Free The Alpha's Desire 3 by Willow Brooks Page B

save Lex and me. I had to find a way to get to him, to save him, as he had me so many times. I owed it to him, and to myself. I couldn’t live without him. I’d lost a lot in my life, but this time, with our unique connection, I wouldn’t survive the loss. This I knew with absolute certainty.
     
    I brought about positive thoughts in my mind. If I couldn’t rely on him for comfort, then I’d damn well find my own for him, for us. Our love would help me with that, I thought, as the dream or vision faded away. Once again, I fell into that comforting blackness that had become more the norm for me these days. As I did, I prayed, I guessed to whatever would hear me, that this would be the last time. I asked, urged, that when I woke up, I would be well enough to go get my love, my life now, back.
     
    I was of Royal blood. I had a wolf protector with matching magic that loved me. I had powers. I had all I needed to save him. As I lost consciousness, I held on tightly to the shared dream we’d had the other night, of us on the island, happy and free, powerful and strong, in love. That we would have. It would come to pass, or I would die trying to make it come to pass. Those were my only options.
     
    I’m sending you all my magic to heal , I thought as I struggled to bring back the fading image of him in my thoughts. It had already gone, but I willed my thoughts to wherever he truly was. I believed with all my heart that he could hear me, or at least feel me the way I had just felt him. I love you, Lex, with all my heart and soul.

Chapter Eight
     
    I woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed, my heart racing, my breathing light yet fast. Sleep, confusion, and quick movement all added to the haze over my vision. I blinked like I had something in my eye until my vision grew clear. Rubbing my dry eyes, the strange bed I’d been waking in for however long I’d been here came into view. The greys and blacks, along with the amethyst, all formed that modern elegance I’d become semi-familiar with. In fits of waking as I’d healed, I’d begun to build a sense of comfort with the knowledge that, if these beings I’d dubbed vampires had been going to bite me and drain me of my blood, they surely would have done so long ago.
     
    No one or no being healed a person just to drain them. Did they? My sleepy thoughts rambled around in my brain as I ran my hands through my hair, surprised to find no knots, only a silky mane of hair. Lifting a section of it to inspect, I saw that my brown curls had been not only tamed, but conditioned, maybe. Whatever had been done, it looked healthier than it had since I was a child. The idea that someone had brushed it while I slept, or done whatever else to my hair, or me, brought an odd sense of gratitude mixed with a space-violation uneasiness.
     
    Looking over the edge of the loft, seeing no one again, I laid back again for a second, trying to gather myself together, to make a quick assessment of my situation and my options. For reasons unknown, I’d been brought to this amazing loft, one I’d have liked if the situation had been different. In fact, if it had just been a normal day, I’d have wanted to look around the place, to come to truly appreciate all its majesty. I’d honestly never seen anything even near this place outside of magazines about the rich and famous. Everything about this place, from the furniture to the placement of knickknacks, if these sorts of people called a small vase that, was of refined taste and money.
     
    I believed the person who owned it to be a vampire. Given the state I was in after the car accident, I could have imagined the speed my rescuer traveled, and even the brief glimpse of fangs I saw. Still, I had this innate sense that these people were actually creatures of the night, the ones that had once been a thing of fiction in my writer’s mind until Lex and I had briefly talked of them. If I remembered correctly, and I doubted myself a bit, Lex had