After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 314

Lucas woke up with a fever. He felt absolutely miserable. His limbs seemed to refuse the order to push himself up so for a solid five minutes, he just lay there. Hot and sweating underneath the sheets of his bed.

He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if this is what Elaine ever had to go through. This miserable morning.

He’d never broken a bond before.

And with no one to replace it with, the side effects would last for who knows how long. Lucas turned over and finally managed to push himself up onto his hands.

Ayla briefly crossed his mind.

She still had his mark, yet with their bond so fractured as it was, it would do nothing to actually help him overcome this. Even if he wanted her to help. Which he didn’t. He’d have to figure out a way to break that bond with her.

Even if it meant suffering this fever for a second time. Yet it was a better alternative than being marked with her as well.

His thoughts drifted right back to Elaine. For some reason they had always drifted back to her lately. Even more so now. They had severed their bond yet he was still plagued with thoughts of her.

With great effort, he pulled his legs over the side of the bed and scrubbed a hand over his face. His skin was warm to the touch, even for his own fingertips.

Carefully he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Water filled the porcelain basin as he turned on the faucet. Ice cold. He cupped his hands and splashed the water into his face. It made him jerk but sigh in relief.

He did it several more times to try and cool the heat in his skin, until his hair was damp. Only then he grabbed a towel and wiped the water away.

After getting dressed, Lucas made his way, groaning, to his study. The morning light drifted in through the curtains on the far wall, casting his desk in a golden glow. He frowned. The sun was much higher than he thought.

He must have slept in, though that came as so surprise. Only that he’d wasted half the morning in bed being miserable.

He sat heavily in his chair, rubbing his brow before reaching for the intercom. “Kyle,” he said into it. “Have someone bring me breakfast. The chefs are in today, aren’t they?”