Chapter Chapter Eleven (Third-Person POV, pt. 3)
Bianca was one Hunter that didn’t take abuse against Omega supernaturals kindly, especially those who were rejected and scorned by their mate.
And when she heard from Arianne Altimare (the Matriarch of her Hunter Dynasty) that a comatose werewolf-turned-human named Carson Hadley was not only scorned by Regan Zallenda but also planned to be killed by said newly-minted pariah to dispose of all the Omegas and take over the Werewolf Kingdom, she was none too thrilled to hear of the news. She had half a mind to begin her hunt against the disgraced werewolf herself- like, hunt him down like she was searching for the perfect pair of Dior heels, force-feed him wolfsbane, skin him alive and use his fur for a winter coat and a pair of gloves, and chop his head off and use it as a centerpiece for her dining room table.
But since she practiced the Code of Hunters to the letter, she decided to let the Elite Eight have their fun alongside the Werewolf Kings (whom she fangirled with her friends and mother) and vowed to protect the poor Carson, who was safe from the hands of the rogue hunter that tried to poison him with a deadly IV. And the motherly nurse had just finished her thorough check-up on the patient, grateful that Bianca decided to stick around and protect the boy with her life. “Wow,” she breathed as Nurse McNeese finished checking Carson’s blood pressure. “This day has been a circus and it’s not even evening yet. I’m not too surprised that Regan had the nerve to make his move to kickstart the plan to kill the poor guy.”
“Believe it, child,” Mrs. McNeese said, writing her findings on a notepad. “That Regan hoodlum is playing with fire by doing this. And if I know better, the Elite are planning to finally punish that fool once and for all.”
Bianca’s cell phone rang. “Talk to me,” she said.
“B, it’s Jadalyn from the Domingue Dynasty,” said the other caller with a thick French accent. “Listen, things just got hot right now. You probably haven’t heard, but-”
“I know about the rogue hunter posing as a nurse,” Bianca said, cutting her contact off. “And it looks like the pariah is about to catch a lot of hell right about now.”
“How’s the comatose cutie pie?” Jadalyn said.
Bianca smiled thinly, looking over at the sleeping young man. “Still the same, but unless Zallenda wants to pull his head out of his ass, he’s finally going to reap what he sowed in the first place. And you know that the Elite Eight are planning to get down to war if Regan is planning to escape.”
“You think?!” Jadalyn said. “Anyway, all the matriarchs of the Hunter Dynasty and their top fighters are gathering at the Four Aces pack to talk about what we need to do to protect UC Hospital where you are right now. I’m already here right now with Mama Genevieve. Knowing you, I bet that you’re staying here to guard the poor guy yourself.”
“You know I am,” she said, brushing Carson’s cheek and wincing at his slowly-cooling skin. “Girl, let’s hope that he wakes up soon or dies by midnight. If Regan dares cross into this room right now, I plan to turn him into sushi myself.”
“Ew, I wouldn’t eat that even if you paid me to,” Jadalyn’s voice whined. “Anyway, the meeting’s in ten and EVERYONE is coming as we speak- the Elite, the Royals, the top fighters and trackers, and even the human military generals themselves. They’re dead serious about stopping Regan at all costs.”
“Well, I wish I can be there myself, but I need to be at alert to protect the cutie here,” Bianca said. “Look, I better go. Call me for any details, okay?”
“You have my word, girl. And make sure that he knows of the Mercedes roadster that my folks gifted him if he wakes up,” Jadalyn said.
Bianca chuckled. “Well, it’ll pale in comparison to what my matriarch sent him: a Maserati AND a Maybach. Call me, okay?”
“Got it.” And the line disconnected.
Bianca pocketed her phone and gazed lovingly at the young boy whose beauty cannot be snuffed by anyone- not even the hands of Death himself. “Kid, you got a lot of people waiting for you to wake up,” she said softly. “Even the Hunters want to be your buddy. But as soon as you wake up and that punk is dead, I want you to be my buddy and my crew and I will take you out for a shopping spree that will have your mates wanting you in their beds for life and wanting you pregnant. But for real, though. You take your time and rest on. Whatever the Moon Goddess is planning must be very big for you to delay you from waking up. And even I know not to mess with HER plans. Regan is an ass who is too big of a prick to believe it himself.”
She took a deep breath, steeling away a tear. “You remind me of my sister, you know that? Arianna. She was a young woman who got scorned by love herself- an asshole who raped her and then turned on her, calling her a slut. She was so humiliated that she didn’t have a happy ending herself- a never-ending coma that had us heartbroken. She might as well be dead at the moment since she hasn’t woken up yet. And I can’t let the same thing happen to you, kid,” she went on. “If you did die by the hands of Death and you went to the afterlife, at least we’ll know that you’ll be at rest and your justice will be served. But I’d like it more if you wake up.”
She was now sobbing as she looked up at the sky. “Arianna, if you’re listening, please have this kid wake up with you,” she said hoarsely. “And if you two do pass away, then take care of each other and our grandparents until his mates and I join you. The two of you didn’t deserve this at all. Please... wake up.”
There. She said it all and still cried some more. And a lone nurse- a werejaguar- came to hug her and joined her please for Carson to wake up. Then came a widowed vampire who lost his son, and then a brokenhearted hellhound, and more came to pray for Carson and ask for their fallen loved ones to come back to them.
And this was all because of Regan Zallenda, the heartless wolf who shattered the heart of a comatose omega before wanting him dead.