Page 53 of Snows Sinful Seven

I should have spent more time with her, but all I fucking do is sleep. Fuck! I’m fucking useless. Who needs that as a mate?

No, no time for a damn pity party. I need to get her help. She’s not dead, she’s not going to die. I won’t let her.Wewon’t let her.

I can’t watch another person I care about die. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come back from the death of my mate.

By the time I reach the opening to the mine, my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, my lungs screaming for air.

With a heaving chest, I stumble my way into the mountain. “Dallas!” My scream echoes off the walls. “Dallas!” I keep running, fighting against the need to stop.

“What the fuck?” Dallas shouts as I nearly crash into him. “Sterling, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Snow,” I pant out. “Something’s wrong. She won’t wake up.”

“What the fuck do you mean she won’t wake up!” Gabe growls dangerously.

“I went back to the cottage and found her passed out by the front door. I tried to wake her, but she wouldn’t wake up.”

“Fuck. Fuck!” Gabe shouts before taking off.

“Snow’s hurt?” Henry asks, eyes wide with fear. He doesn’t give me time to answer before he takes off, too, with Brady and Sullivan following after.

“There was a pie on the ground next to her. It reeked of poison.”

“Someone poisoned her?” Dallas’s eyes narrow. “How the hell did that happen?”

“She was dressed in pants and a hoodie. I think she left while we were here.”

“Fuck!” he hisses. “Come on.”

Dallas takes off out of the cave, and despite my body demanding I take a break, I follow after him.

When we get back to the cottage, the guys are all hovering over my bed.

“She won’t wake up,” Brady whispers, looking up at his brother, lost. It’s how I feel, how I’m sure everyone feels.

Helpless. Useless.

“I’m going to take the pie down to my office and run some tests. If I can find out what poison was used, I can hopefully figure out how to help her,” Dallas says, his eyes filled with worry. I can tell it’s hard for him to leave her like this, but he needs to. He’s the only one who stands a chance of finding out what happened.

Dallas leaves, and I make my way to the bed, exhaustion taking over more and more with every second.

“Why didn’t she wait for us before going into town?” Gabe growls. “How could she be so stupid.”

“Gabe,” Brady says in a warning tone.

Gabe doesn’t mean it. He’s scared. We all are. I wish she waited. Why did she have to go into town on her own? We would have taken her if she wanted to go that badly.

Eyes feeling heavy, I climb into bed. I curl up next to Snow, draping my arm over her and tucking her into my side. My eyes stay shut, unable to open again as apple pie fills my nose.

Please wake up, Snow. Please. I need to hear your laugh again, to see your sweet smile. I need to tell you how much you mean to me and ask you to give me a chance to be your alpha, your mate.

I need you, Snow. Please wake up.

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