Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers-Chapter 332: She Collapsed

Chapter 332: She Collapsed
(Author’s POV)
Amy couldn’t help but flinch. Her eyes widened as Sebastian approached. His intense gaze made her clench her fists unconsciously. She stood there like a rock.
Sebastian Garcia’s tone came out peculiar as he commented, "Don’t make that face. It makes me want to do bad things to you, Amy. You know that, right?"
His imposing yet impatient steps and words made Amy realize what was to come.
Sebastian wasted no time saying anything more. He held Amy by the back of her neck and pulled her inside completely, as he locked the door and pressed her against it.
Amy’s jaw tightened, aching like hell, her hands on his chest, trying to create some space between her and Sebastian.
He surprised her and kissed her fiercely, leaving her suffocated and breathless. After a good time spent kissing Amy, Sebastian pulled his mouth away from hers, though a thread of saliva still connected the two.
He then murmured against her lips, "Now that I have got my medicine, what do you want to talk about, my wife?"
Although Amy’s expression remained dazed but internally, she was relieved to see this side of him. She gave him a tentative, innocent look as she looked into his charcoal black eyes and started, "Seb~ ... are you~ ... Are you free the day after tomorrow?"
"I am free anytime you need me. Tell me, what is it?" he spoke like a lovesick fool, as he totally is.
Clearing her throat, Amy continued, "I have~ .... I have made dinner plans with someone, and I want to introduce you to them. Will you be willing to accompany me?" Her voice sounded doubtful.
Sebastian’s eyes flickered, though it was just for a nanosecond. He then asked, "If my wife asks, of course, I will be more than willing to accompany you. Why are you hesitant? Who is it, you guest?"
"I will introduce them to you that day. Actually, what I wanted to say is that can you~ .... can you ask Ezra and Rachel to join as well. If you call them, they will surely come," she spoke truthfully. "If they knew, it was from me they would~ ...." She left her words unsaid.
"Did any of them say anything to you, huhh? Let me call them and set them straight. How dare they behave like this with their mother?" Sebastian’s eyes glinted with anger as he pulled away from her completely. As he was about to make the call, Amy held his hand, not letting him do that.
"They didn’t say anything, Seb. I just~ .... I just wanted to make sure that they both are there. That’s why I asked you. The kids~ ... they are really good to me," Amy assured him, her voice desperate.
But Sebastian was fuming, so much so that he disregarded Amy’s presence and jerked away from her, resulting in her ghastly fall as her forehead rammed into a table’s edgy side, a sharp pain shooting through her head. Blood poured out of the freshly cut wound, but Sebastian didn’t look. His mind was still stuck on his children’s rude behaviour. He was banging and throwing things restlessly. He was having an episode of a fit.
Despite the throbbing pain, Amy got up from the floor and walked towards Sebastian. She then held his shoulders and mumbled, "Relax, Seb. Calm down." Rubbing his nape area, she kept on repeating these words, but the guy was totally in his zone.
With no choice left, Amy guided his mouth to her freshly cut injury. No later than his lips came in contact with her blood, he started licking and savouring her blood like a madman. Amy was in excruciating pain, but she held on and let him do whatever he wanted. After a few seconds, Sebastian’s sanity came back.
The blazing fire that his eyes had been igniting a second ago quieted down as he looked at Amy’s drained face, full of heavy sweat beads mixed with her blood.
"What the~ ... how did this happen?" he asked Amy. But then realized their position and, with a hesitant, doubtful tone, he added, "Did I~ .... Did I do this?" His eyes turned bloodshot as remorse filled him to the brim.
"Amy, I am sorry. I am really sorry that I lost it. I am really sorry that I hurt you. You shouldn’t have come closer. You know what happens~ .... when~" he apologized to her profusely as he held her in his arms.
With a weak voice, Amy smiled at him and said, "Seb, it’s ok~ay. I am fine. You are fine as well, umm." Saying this, she lost her strength and collapsed in his arms.
Sebastian carried her to their room and called his doctor.
Merely a minute or two later, the doctor came rushing, "Mr. Garcia, you called? What’s the emergency?" He was staying in the same hotel, just a floor below the couple.
Sebastian explained to him the parts that he remembered and what he concluded from the scene. The doctor patched up Amy’s wound as she lay unconscious in the bed, her face colourless, almost seeming like a lifeless person.
The doctor exhaled a heavy sigh and stated, "Mr. Garcia, you and Mrs. Garcia both know about your disease well. You can’t get worked up like that with your health condition. It will bring out that side of yours." He then glanced at Sebastian, who was obviously regretful of his impulsive actions and added, "Anyways, it is just a minor cut. I have already stitched it. She collapsed due to a lack of blood. I have given her the dosage. She will sleep through the night. If anything happens, you can call me," saying his piece, the doctor exited the room.
Sebastian looked at Amy’s face, and a fresh wave of guilt washed over him. He then picked up his phone and texted a message to both his son and daughter.
______________________
Standing at the edge of an erupting volcano, surrounded by hot, deep red, almost scarlet and bright yellowish orange, molten lava, Elisa Queens looked down into the center. A pitch black place, which remained unaffected by the things happening around it.
"I guess that’s the spot I have been searching for," she muttered as a sparkling glint, even brighter than the lava itself, shone in her eyes. Honestly, without her powers, she was more or less a human, so she wasn’t able to even set foot in this place.
Ramiel, the king of hell, as cunning and sharp as he is, told her the location, but didn’t give her his powers. He wasn’t a fool after all. A power held by the king of hell, even a small fraction of it, would make anybody in this world seem seamlessly powerful. So, that’s why, Elisa, who was left with no choice, went to Aamon for help.
She knew how much he was obsessed with her and how subservient he was towards her. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear did the trick. That guy would really do anything for her. She scoffed at his innocence and mumbled, "Foolish guy."
She then wasted no time and floated inside the active volcano. The heat was intense. Not just intense, for an ordinary person, it would have torn through their entire being, not even leaving their ashes, but with Aamon’s demonic powers coursing through her veins, she remained unstirred. A smile was plastered on her lips. She was even enjoying this.
As her feet touched the black space, she looked around once again to search for the ’Compendium of Enigma’, the most coveted thing.
Her eyes narrowed as she couldn’t see anything that would resemble a book or a manuscript, but there was nothing, just empty, shallow space. Her eyes blazed with fury, more fierce than the lava itself. "Did that bastard, Ramiel, con me?" Her fists clenched as she looked for the item desperately while cursing the king of hell, "Fucking Bastard! I will kill him if his information turns out to be false. Arghhh~ ... WHERE THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU?" She roared, her voice desperate.
If she didn’t find the compendium, everything would fall apart. Her plan, her goal, her title, her status. The things she has built, the ladder she had ascended, everything will be crumbled, gone in the dust.
Feeling defeated, she landed on the floor with a thud as a crying, bellowing roar came out of her mouth, "AAAAAAAAAAA~."
All of a sudden, her cries were drowned by a peculiar laughter.
Elisa instantly became alert and stopped her crying. She looked around, but there was no one. She was alone. She called out, "Who is here? Who is it?" Her voice filled with wariness.
"You tell me~ ... who are you? And how did you come here?" the voice echoed around her.
"I was the one who asked this question first. ANSWER ME," Elisa stood up, looking at the empty space with a defiant look. Her posture erect, her body language exuding a queen’s confidence.
"Hahaha~ .... How audacious of you? Coming to my home and asking who am I?" the voice reverberated.
To Be Continued . . . . . .