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CHAPTER 23

Bella's P.O.V

My fingers gently combed through Sam's hair as I stared at his ashen handsome face. The doctors have assured me that he is heavily medicated so he shouldn't be in any pain. But I am still worried.

"Please wake up Sam. We need you." I whisper for what seems like the millionth time in a week, that's how long Sam's been in a coma….one full week...7 days and nights. It was tearing me apart having to sit here in the Pack hospital, Doing nothing but worrying and holding his hand. Sometimes Id climb up and lay next to him, holding him in my arms wishing on every deity I could think of, asking for them to heal Sam; to suddenly shoot out of this bed, look over at me, smile that cocky sexy smile he always gave me, then pull me in for a heated kiss muttering 'Sorry for making you wait, Kitten.' but it never came. He just laid there in that god forsaken bed, motionless and cold.

Suddenly Sam's hospetal room door creaks open and Paul's head appears from behind it. He pauses, asking me with his eyes for permission to come in. I nod my head -not really caring if he was here or not- and go back to my watchful star over Sam. A deep sigh leaves me, "What if he never wakes up, Paul." I never take my eyes off Sam while I ask. My voice was low and monotone, devoid of all emotion. I had cried all my tears out. Nothing would come out, the tears had stopped falling on the third day and now all that was left were dry scratch ducts making my eyes a constant blood shot red.

"He's strong, Bell's." Paul replys, though his words were strong they did little to comfort me. It didn't go unnoticed by me that Paul had not said that Sam would be fine. He didn't offer any kind of hope. Just that Sam is strong. But even the strongest...can eventually fall.

Paul gives an awkward throat clearing then starts to speak begrudgingly. "I hate to pull you away, but you are needed Luna." I close my eyes and take a deep breath, knowing that whatever the reason, it was serious for Paul to come get me. I heave myself up off the uncomfortable plastic chair and lean over Sam's bed. I softly run my fingers through his hair then trial them down his cheek and rest over his pumping heart.

I sigh one last time then kiss his cold cheek, before whispering in his ear, low enough that Paul wouldn't be able to hear me. "I need you Sam, Please come back to me and Lucas soon. I love you." with one last gentle stroke of his soft hair 'Its getting long' -I think absentmindedly- I stand up and walk out with Paul hot on my trail. When I get to the door I stop and look over my shoulder one last time before sliding it shut. My heart stayed behind to watch over my Sam.

I didn't know if Sam could hear me, but I constantly would talk to him anyway. It's the only thing that makes this whole situation marginally better, is the idea that Sam can at least listen to my voice and know that someone that loves him beyond anything on this earth is always with him.

"So, what's the situation?" I ask as we walk. My voice has taken on the authoritative tone that came when I am being the Luna. It was just something that seemed to happen. I had little control over it. Paul glances down at me. "A rogue wolf was found just outside the territory borders. She is seeking refuge and states she will provide us with information on all the attacks we've been getting." I startle at this, letting out the smallest of gasps. "Paul. You know I don't know much of anything about rogues and territory borders. I thought you would be handling these types of things, should they arise." I ask, a little hastily, referring to the deal he and I made when I met the pack.

I would handle paperwork and public appearances where necessary, but as far as Alpha duties that dealt with things out of my knowledge and league, Paul would take the lead on.

He ushers me into a large room with monitors all around, some were live and others back playing displaying security footage as one of the pack member warriors sit and watch everything. We walk through the room to the very back where he opens another door that leads into a hallway. This hallway was lined with shiny silver doors, all numbered. Paul steps over to where a guard was seated and grabs a pair of leather gloves. My eyebrow raises up in question at him as he walks back over to me. "Doors are made of silver."

He stops to stand in front of me. I was momentarily shocked by the emotion that was showing all over his face. He looked pained and heartbroken.

"Normally, Yes. This is my department and wouldn't involve you, but she is scared and anytime I go in there she starts to panic. I think maybe with the Luna there, it can help keep her calm and get her to talk." I nod my head as we continue down the hallway.

"There is also one more thing." He places his gloved hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. "She...She's my mate." He whispers as he looks over his shoulder at the door sadly. My jaw drops at this. No wonder he had such a pained expression and why she was so frightened and panicked. This She-wolf had just found her mate. Granted he didn't kidnap her, but still she was taken to a holding cell and was being treated like a criminal. The situation isn't ideal at all. My heart went out to the poor She-wolf.

I don't know much about wolves yet, but I do know that they typically don't like rogues. I raised my hand to rest it over a cold, silver door knob. I give Paul a swift look that tells him to move back behind me. After he does I open the door slowly, not wanting to startle or frighten her. My eyes sweep over the room. It was pretty small. An aluminum table and 2 chairs took up most of the space. There were no windows and a sense of claustrophobia settled in my chest. No fuck wonder she was so damn scared.

This room made me even start to panic. Movement catches my eye and I turn slightly to the far corner on the right side of the room.

Huddled in the corner was a young frightened woman, no older than 25. Her brown -almost black hair- is loose around her shoulders, tangled with small twigs and leaves and dirt. Fresh bruises cover her face and arms, while dry blood stains her shirt and skin. Her clothes are torn and dirty, my heart breaks even more at the state she was in.

She stares with wide, terrified eyes at something behind me. I frown and turn to see Paul looking at her, an unreadable expression on his face. He then glances down at me. I give him a slight side smile, I'm sure he could see the pity and sympathy shine in my eyes.

"Paul, please find her some suitable clothes." I say, trying to push him out the door to give the rouge She-wolf and I some time alone.

He doesn't fight me, which I am grateful for as I close the door behind him. I move to sit at the table, pulling the chair out and silently plopping down and stare at her in waiting.

"He's going to reject me." Her voice breaks off into a sob as she drops her face into her hand. I wanted to reassure her that Paul wouldn't do that but something inside me stops myself from saying so. I don't think He would, but I can't be sure. Rogue wolves and pack wolves...it's a whole big complicated system that I still don't quite understand yet. But I feel that deep down, that if Sam wanted me even with my assorted past then Paul will want this rogue She-wolf just the same.

"What's your name?" I ask softly, not wanting to scare her.

"Leah." She whimpers out, still not picking her eyes up from looking down at her dirty hands.

"Leah, we won't hurt you, you have my world as Luna of this pack." I state with confidence. She lifts her head up and stares at me, unblinking. A terrified expression on her face once more.

Paul just then returns and quickly hands me the pile of clothes he had in his arms, breathing heavily like he'd sprinted the entire way. Leah whimpers from the corner.

"Paul, is there a room in the pack house that is empty?" He nods quickly, never breaking his gaze from the trembling She-wolf.

"Will you please lead Miss Leah and I there?" His eyes snap to mine at the mention of her name, they light up like a kid on Christmas. I knew he would want to know it, this was just a hunch seeing as Sam had wanted to know mine very badly when we had first met. I figured Paul would feel the same. And I was right.

"Of course, Luna." I nod at him then stand up, slowly walking over to Leah. Whatever happened to her, left her scared and fragile. I extend my arm out, palm up offering her my hand to help her up. She hesitates before shakley taking it. I smile warmly down at her, noticing the bones of her hand and arm can be clearly seen through her skin. Jesus, she was so skinny. I also took note of how cold she felt. My motherly instinct kicked in, wanting to care and nurture her back to health.

"Leah, are you hungry, sweetie?" She immediately shakes her head no, but I can see her eyes spoke differently. 'So not fooling this Momma Wolf, Hun'. I think to myself. I give her a soft teasing reprimanding look before I speak. "Well. While we get you settled in, I'll have someone make you some soup and grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. We can talk after you eat and are rested, If that's okay?" I ask, pulling her to her feet and ushering her out to follow Paul through the house. I was surprised at the slight twitch of her lips.

Is she trying to smile? Her eyes drift up to glance over Paul who is walking a few steps ahead of us. Then suddenly an idea pops into my brain, and without thinking about it harder, I put my plan into action.

"Hey Paul?" He gives a slight jump, spins around, eyes alert. I try to keep my smirk under control as I continue. "Leah, this is Paul. He is the Beta of this Pack." At that Paul puffs his chest out slightly and once again I am stifling back my hysterical giggles.

"Nice to meet you, Leah." He says slowly. Leah shivers slightly. I wasn't sure if it was because she's cold or if it was the effect one has over being close to her mate. Paul smirks down at her, fully aware of his affect on her and liking it. I had to raise my hand up to my mouth, hiding my own smirk and giggles.

We walked for a few more minutes till we came to the elevators. Paul pressed the 3 button and we were off.

We ended up on the third floor. Paul turned and continued escorting us to Leah's room. I shouldn't have been surprised when he chose a room on the floor he lived on. Sam and I lived on the top floor, the system to each floor was Alpha on top/penthouse, then it was Beta and their mate on the third floor, so on and so forth. Paul then goes to open the door, but his eyes suddenly look lost, out of focus. I knew that look, He was mindlinking with someone in the pack. I roll my eyes annoyed and move to open the door myself.

I walk in, instantly going to the many windows in this room, opening them all to air the stuffiness out with my free hand. After my task was done I dropped Leah's clothes off on her bed. Out of the corner of my eye I see Leah looking longingly at the bathroom.

"Go ahead and shower. I will check on your in a few-"

"Bella!" Paul rushes to my side and quickly pulls me to him. He leans down to whisper in my ear. A small Growl sounds from the room and My eyes snap over to Leah in surprise. She quickly covers her mouth and drops her gaze to the floor. Pink splashing over her cheeks. I liked the blush on her, it actually gave her pale gaunt skin a health glow. A small smile played on my lips as I recognized her wolf was just showing who Paul belonged to. A Mates possessive prerogative. I was used to it by now.

Paul pulling on my arm brought my attention back to him, looking up I waited. "Luna Bella, It The Alpha." Paul says, his eyes a lit.