Chapter 181

Miguel's pov

I continued walking despite Richard who was now walking slowly behind me having learnt his lessons not to either talk to me or try to touch my babies' stroller.

Most lessons I presume are better learnt the hard way.

"Miguel,"

My heart momentarily stopped when I heard one of the voices I've longed for countless of nights ago.

Voices I've once dreamt of hearing but not anymore. Am not here for them, I came for my babies.

Damien came to a stop in front of my stroller, and I had no choice but to stop in order to avoid having his body touch my babies'stroller.

"Get out of my way," I glare at him.

He looked into my stroller. His eyes widening as it landed on the still sleeping babies.

Babies having a nap that can turn into death if not urgently treated.

"Miguel let me help," he tried to hold on to my stroller, but I slapped his hands off from it.

Ignoring the crackling spark that went out the moment our hands touched, I glare at him.

"Don't you dare touch them." I change course, and had to take my stroller in a circle to avoid having to touch him.

My eyes have started getting more heavy. My breathes coming out in little gasps, but I will make sure I survive ling enough to get them to their fathers' property on my own.

I am an independent male who doesn't want help from anyone.

"You're hurt," Damien stopped me. This time he held on to my hand instead of the stroller. 

He's really learning his lessons well.

"Let me go!" I tried to shake his hand off of me but he held on tightly.

" Am sorry Miguel, but I can't allow you continue on like this," he says before I felt a sting on my neck.

" What....did....you...do?" I asked as my eyes closed from whatever was injected into my system.

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Damien's Pov

"Take the stroller while I carry him," I instruct the better as I made my mate comfortable in my arms.

"Are you sure you did the right thing? Luna will be super pissed with you when he wakes up."

"I know. This is the only way I know we can be able to help him. Miguel is stubborn in normal times talk more of when he's angry. 

If Left to his own device he might die on the way before he reach our house."

I took off with him in my arms and allowed Richard bring the babies back. Bianca and the pack doctors have been alerted about my mate and our babies.

The news of his return caused a shock to us, but we thought it's for a reason. Miguel does nothing without a reason.

If I know something he cherishes most, it's his pride. He wouldn't have returned here if not for something urgent, and the thoughts of his return was enough to raise our guard.

Have he by chance found out that Manuel is still alive?

Is Manuel threatening his life despite the agreement between us?

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Daniel and Donald were waiting for us at the front of the house when I arrived with our mate.

"How's he?" the two tan towards us. Their faces as concerned as mine.

"He needs medical attention. Get the babies," I order my brothers as I took out mate into our house.

I've always imagined several ways of getting back with my mate, but none of them could have prepared me for this.

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"How are the babies?" I rushed to the room my brothers were in.

The pack doctor shook his head, his face was really grime "something was injected into their blood stream. It's meant to kill any wolf they have in them, and keep them docile."

"What?" I looked at the doctor.

How can someone inject them with something like that?

"Tell me the truth doctor," Daniel held the pack doctor in a choke hold. "What happened to our babies?"

"You have to inject them with your blood. Hopefully it will keep them alive, but there's a possibility their wolf gene have been tampered with."

Who cares anything about being a wolf?

"I don't care anything about their wolf gene!" I growled at the doctor who was shivering like a person who caught a cold. 

Though it isn't possible. Werewolves don't get cold.

"All we want is for them to be alive!" Donald angrily threw the table to a side while Daniel letting go of his choke hold on the doctor punched the wall in front of us.

"We care nothing about what they end up becoming."

They can turn into a witches and yet we won't care a thing about it. All we want is for our babies to be alive. 

"Calm down Alphas," the doctors throat kept on bubbling up and down in fright. His hand shaking like that of an epileptic person.

"Calm down?" I purposefully strode towards him. My wolf now at the forefront of my mind. "You ask us to calm down when our mate is lying unconsciously in that room, and our babies are in danger of dying if care's not taken?

Tell me why the heck should I calm down!" I overthrew the table that contains glasses.

I don't care what I destroy.

I don't care anymore.

If only we didn't act a bit cowardly when Manuel first made an appearance. 

If only we fought to keep our pregnant mate by outside.

If only we thought on things before taking that rash decision a year ago!

A decision that caused us more than we can ever imagine. A decision that was more destructive than we expected.

I will keep on listing the if onlys if that will be enough to rewind the hand of time, but it's not possible. 

The past Is already gone. It's left to us to pick up the strands of the broken times.

The deed have been done,

It's not time to pay the prize.