A Mistake Mate
Chapter 53

Lela and Perrie moved out of my parents' way and I soon felt warm hands touching my body. Yet another strangled scream left me as the pain in my midsection increased.

"Paisley you need to tell me what's wrong. What's happening?" Questioned my dad as he gently searched me. He lifted my shirt and gently prodded my head, looking for the source of my pain. I hadn't noticed but my mom had taken a step away and was talking on the phone in a hushed voice.

I couldn't even answer my dads questions because I didn't know the answer, I didn't know what was causing my pain. Everything had been fine before, nothing was wrong, nothing hurt. Then the pain came out of nowhere. There was nothing causing it. And then it hit me. This isn't my pain.

My heart beat increased and my breathing began to come out in short breaths. The midsection pain only continued to increase but it almost didn't faze me. It made sense now. This pain doesn't belong to me, I'm not injured, my mate is. When my mom rejoined us she said the words that I already knew but didn't want to hear.

"It's Xander, he was attacked by a group of rogues. He's in critical condition."

*Paisley's POV*

Do you know that feeling? The one you get when something is so terribly wrong? When your hearts beating a mile a minute, your stomach uncomfortably twists and your mind is cluttered with not so positive thoughts?

Well that's the way I was feeling as I rushed down the white corridor of the large hospital. I could hear my parents behind me, trying to keep up with my incredibly fast speed, but it was almost impossible. People were staring at me but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I know that I looked a mess. Dressed in short shorts and a singlet, my hair sticking up in all directions with random pieces of who knows what kinda food stuck in it, my pale, tear streaked face. I was honestly probably scaring people as I ran down the hospital hallway looking like this but my only thoughts were of my mate.

The extreme pain that I had felt back at my house hasn't disappeared but it is dulled, meaning that they have probably gotten some medicine into him. My heart had stopped beating when my mom had told me the news. The only thought that had been running through my head was that my mate could be dying.

I had demanded that she tell me more but she wasn't able to because the only thing she knew was that he had been attacked and that he was currently in the large werewolf run hospital that I was currently running through.

My eyes frantically scanned the door numbers and I skidded to a stop when I saw number two eighty six, the room that the desk woman had told us he was in. I let out a shaky breath before gently grasping the handle and pushing the door open. I stepped into the dimly lit room and my eyes immediately snapped to my mate, my heart almost broke when I did so.

There lying on the hospital bed was my mate, all bruised and battered. Xander's breathtakingly handsome face was covered in bruises and large scratches. There was multiple wounds covering his arms and a large piece of gauze covered a portion of his neck. His bare chest had several, deep, claw sized scratches and his whole mid section was tightly wrapped in gauze that was beginning to turn red.

I knew that the worst of his injuries were to his midsection and his back, which wasn't viewable, but everything looked quit serious. I let out a large shaky breath before rushing to his side. I collapsed in the chair that sat next to his bed before taking his much larger hand in my own.

I barely noticed the sparks that appeared when our skin made contact but I did, however, notice the hot tears that were streaming down my face. A muffled sob left my mouth and I had to try really hard to keep myself together.

Xander's eyes were closed shut and his chest was slowly but steadily rising, which I took as a good sign. I noticed the heart monitor that stood next to his bed was keeping track of his regular heart beat and I slowly felt myself starting to calm down.

My wolf has been on extreme edge ever since we were informed of the situation, constantly growling about going to our mate, but now that we were in the room with him and we saw that he was alive and somewhat well she quickly lost her aggressive attitude only to replace it with a worrisome one.

I sighed and leaned forward to rest my head on the edge of the bed. The door suddenly opened which caused my eyes to snap up. I watched with cautiousness as my parents, along with Xander's, and who I assumed to be the doctor filed into the room.

Xander's parents both gave me small smiles before taking the seats on the opposite side of the room. My parents stood close to the door and the doctor came towards us. My wolf was again on edge and no matter how much I tried to tell her that the people in the room weren't a threat to our mate she didn't listen.