My Convicted Wife is My Mate (Bella and Kane) novel Chapter 52

chapter 45
BELLA’S POV

Okay. This night wasn’t taking the direction I thought it would.

For a moment, I had actually believed Kane and I were sharing something - something deeper than the silence and tension that usually filled the space between us.

But that moment had passed. It always did.

He was standing by the fire then. He had his sleeves rolled up and a medical bag open beside him. Everything about him screamed control. That cold, quiet kind that didn’t need words or explanations. I envied it sometimes.

“You ready?” he asked.

I was willing to risk it.

I nodded. “I’m no stranger to pain, Kane.”

His mouth tightened at that. He didn’t like my answer. Something dark passed through his eyes, maybe disapproval or worry. I couldn’t tell.

“I’m just saying I know it’ll hurt,” I added quietly. “And that’s all right. I can handle it.”

“There are… other side effects,” he said,

He rolled up my sleeve and pressed his fingers against my arm, searching for a vein. His hands were warm and steady. Too steady for what he was about to do.

“Oh?” I asked “What kind of side effects?”

“Nausea. Dizziness. Depression. High blood pressure,” he said. Then his mouth twitched as he added, “While under the influence of Argenti, you shouldn’t operate any heavy machinery.”

I looked up at him and caught a hint of humor in his eyes.

“Nice commercial,” I muttered, and he almost - almost smiled.

But then his tone changed. The humor vanished.

“In all seriousness,” he said quietly, “it can cause hallucinations. Heightened anxiety. And… well, pain.”

He looked into my eyes as he said that last word, like he was warning me. Like I still had time to walk away.

“But it may bring my wolf back, right?”

He hesitated, then nodded.

That was all I needed. I told him to do it.

I didn’t ask any more questions. The answers didn’t matter. The risks didn’t matter. I couldn’t live the rest of my life half a wolf, half a person. If there was even a chance, no matter how small, to be whole again, I’d take it.

When he picked up the syringe, I grabbed his wrist. “Can this kill me?”

“In rare cases… there can be complications.”

That wasn’t an answer, and we both knew it. But I nodded anyway. I used to be a doctor so, I knew the risks better than anyone.

“If it does,” I said quietly, “it’s fine.”

“Bella—”

“Do it,” I cut him off.

He studied me for a moment with those unreadable deep green eyes of is. Then, finally, a tiny, dry smile touched his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

The needle slid into my skin, and the burn started immediately. It was painful and fiery. The pain started spreading up my arm and across my chest. It was excruciating.

“Bella,” he murmured, “don’t die on me.”

His voice was soft, but there was something real in it, something I had never heard before.

He placed a pillow on the floor beside the fire.

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