Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. I really don't have an excuse. Just felt a bit like crap—concerning the last chapter—and I guess it took me a while to get in the mood to write this chapter. It then took me a while to actually come up with an outline for this chapter—but then thankfully, you know who you are, became my muse! Thank you so much for helping me out of the little writers block I was in.
Just a reminder, since these names weren't mentioned since the very beginning chapters:
Alpha Iain, of the McAllister pack—was Cullen's father before he was murdered.
MacNare pack—neighboring pack that was suspected but quickly dismissed since they were always the weaker pack and the Alpha from this pack always just wanted peace.
I hope some of you will enjoy it...
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Running his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time that hour, Cullen watched helplessly as the day dissolved into night once more. Shards of fading light danced across Angel's frame as still she lay unchanged, asleep and painfully silent through their bond. The whole thing happened yesterday and she still hasn't woken up.
Cullen remembered rushing through the compound cradling her in his arms, the pack doctor and nurses running to meet him in their bedchamber. They had worked quickly, acutely aware how hard it was to control his wolf, especially as they began hooking her up to an IV and treat her injuries.
"I need to know if Angel will be alright," Cullen had asked anxiously.
"My Alpha, we will need to complete a few tests first," responded the pack Doctor carefully. "We have no idea how long she was trapped in the stables."
"She... Angel said that," Cullen stopped, taking a deep breath to help him complete the sentence. "She mentioned about a baby?"
Upon hearing this, the medical team gasped, turning shock eyes to their Alpha and then back to their Mistress. Without any conscious thought, everyone focused on Angel's stomach. The Doctor was the first one to snap back, ordering the nurse next to him to get an ultrasound machine whilst he began treating some of the burns and cuts. Most of them were already healing.
A sharp knock on the door pulled Cullen from his memories of last night and back to Angel's bedside. Rising, he reluctantly turned towards the door, "come in."
Glynis walked in carrying a laden tray of food. "I thought you may be hungry," she began before noticing the untouched trays from both breakfast and lunch. Walking further inot the room, she set the tray down next to the others and gently touched Angel's cheek. "You know Alpha, you're not helping anyone by not eating. What would Angel say?"
"It doesn't matter. She isn't saying anything or doing anything but sleep." Frustration laced every word as Cullen went back to watching over his Angel.
Angel, please wake up. I need you!
Silence met his plea, again.
"If she were awake right now, Angel would probably be ringing your neck." Glynis growled, "of course this is whilst giving you one hell of a lecture and would still end up hitting you in the end."
Cullen couldn't help but smile at that, imagining the whole scene perfectly but all too quickly the image faded, taking his smile with it. God how he wished she would wake up, even if it was just to box his ears. This waiting has been unbearable. He recalled the Doctor telling him the prognosis - slight smoke inhalation, minor cuts and burns, nothing that would prevent a full and swift recovery.
So why the hell aren't you waking up, damn it!? You have fought me since day one sweetheart. Don't you dare give up on me now, not now! Not when I finally received the joy of a second miracle. A child Angel - we are going to have a baby, and for that, we NEED to wake up!
Cullen felt his wolf wanting to take over from the sadness and anger he was feeling, when all the sudden,
WHACK!
Stunned, Cullen turned around to glare at Glynis. "What the hell was that for?!" He growled, gently rubbing his now sore head.
Glynis on the other hand was smiling indulgently, "that's something Angel would have done." She shrugged, "so go eat or do you need a repeat performance?"
Cullen began to growl lightly, "you can that try again woman and you'll never see another day."
"Don't you start threatening me boy! Remember who took care of you when you were just a pup, even with you being a pain in my ass and always troublesome, I took care of you. I think I deserve a little pay back." Glaring, Glynis turned away from Angel and backed towards the door. "Now go, eat. You will need your strength when my Angel wakes up." With that said, Glynis walked out of the room.
Cullen couldn't believe the nerve of that woman! Despite the emptiness of his threat as he considered her a second mother to him but he was still Alpha damn it! He should be respected and feared not getting disciplined like some mischievous pup. Without conscious thought Cullen sat down at the small table, and began to pick at the food in front of him, muttering between every bite. He managed to eat just over half before giving up. That was enough for him - for now.
Drained, Cullen got up and pulled the chair to sit next to Angel. Reaching over, he tenderly held onto her hand whilst the other gently lay on her stomach. Without even realizing, Cullen soon fell into a deep sleep.
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Something dragged Cullen out of his sleep; it almost felt like Angel was stirring. But glancing over she still looked the same. Sighing, he placed his head back down on the mattress, placing a kiss on her hand. Just as he was about to drift off again he felt it, the faint sensation of her fingertips gently brushing his hair. Looking up, he saw Angel's hand slump back onto the bed.
"Angel?" He coaxed, praying he wasn't just imaging it. "Please baby, open your eyes for me." It took what felt like a few minutes before her eyes started fluttering slowly. Quickly, Cullen got up and ran to the door calling immediately for the Doctor to be sent up pronto.
Barely a minute passed before the doctor arrived but already Angel was awake, albeit groggy. Checking her vital signs, he instructed her to bed rest, emphasizing the need to take it easy. "And in two weeks I want you to come down to check how this little one is doing," informed the Doctor as he packed up his equipment.
Cullen barely registered the doctor leaving before pulling Angel into his embrace. No words could describe just how incredible it was to feel her in his arms again. To feel her heart beating and know she is alright. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, he pulled away to grab one of the trays of food and rest it in front of her.
"Cullen, I'm not really hungry right now," protested Angel.
"Doesn't matter Angel - you still need to eat something, please." Obviously too drained to fight him, Angel allowed Cullen to slowly feed her some of the chicken soup. She had eaten a little more than half when Angel finally shook her head.
"No more Cullen. I am full."
Cullen wanted to argue, try to get her to eat more but gave in for now. He would try again later after she rested a bit more. He removed the tray off to the side, trying to figure out where to start with all the questions weighing him down.
Angel stared at Cullen. "Well?"
"Well what Angel?"
"Well spit it out. I can see you want to say something."