Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 39

Valerie's POV

I was in the hidden library. The quiet was absolute, the only sound the soft rustle of ancient pages as I turned them.

The air smelled of old paper and dust, a scent that was starting to feel like home. The book in front of me was open to a diagram of swirling, golden energy.

I was trying to understand it. This power inside me. The book was full of warnings, talking about a 'great personal cost.' It was a puzzle I was determined to solve.

Then Kai's mind-link hit me.

It wasn't a message. It wasn't a voice. It was a sledgehammer made of pure panic that slammed into my mind.

It knocked the air right out of my lungs. The force of it was a physical thing, a tidal wave of raw, unfiltered agony and desperation.

I felt his terror like it was my own. It was suffocating.

Then, under that crushing wave of emotion, came the words.

It was a plea. Not a command. A powerful Alpha, the most powerful I had ever met, stripped of all his pride, begging for my help.

There was no hesitation. Not for a single heartbeat.

The politics, the stupid marriage contract, the games my family was playing—all of it turned to dust. None of it mattered.

A life was on the line. My healer's instinct, the very core of who I am, took over completely.

I was on my feet before the last echo of his plea faded. The ancient book was forgotten.

I turned and ran to a small, dark wood chest in the corner of the room. It wasn't filled with jewels, but with something far more precious.

By the time I reached the massive front steps, the matte black SUV was there, its engine a low, powerful hum. The back door was already open, waiting for me.

"Drive," I commanded, throwing myself and my kit into the back seat.

The car shot forward into the night before the door was even fully closed.

I forced Kai's emotions out of my head. I couldn't afford to feel his panic. I needed to be clear. I needed to be cold.

This wasn't a relapse. This was an attack.

I wasn't going to the hospital for a procedure. I was going for a fight.

I unrolled my leather kit on the seat next to me, my fingers closing around the cool, smooth surface of an obsidian diagnostic stone.