Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: 0093

Lorelei POV

For the next two days, I visited Paul every single morning with Skye by my side.

Even though there were already a few medical staff assigned to watch over him, I simply couldn’t bring myself to stand there doing nothing while he lay unconscious.

Instead, I kept myself busy with the little things. I fluffed his pillow whenever it flattened, gently wiped his face while he slept, made sure there was always fresh water by his bedside, and checked that he was as comfortable as possible.

Maybe it was because I had once been in a similarly brutal situation myself, with no one bothering to look after me until Raven came along and saved my life. Seeing Paul lying in that bed somehow reminded me of my own helpless past, and because of that, I was genuinely grateful that I could be there for him now.

Paul was exceptionally strong.

By the second day alone, he was already able to sit up and speak clearly. I supposed that wasn’t surprising for an elite wolf who had been trained since childhood to survive conditions far worse than this.

"Here," I said softly as I dipped a spoon into the warm bowl, scooping up some of the dark, aromatic herbal soup the healer had specially prepared to aid his recovery.

But the very second I brought the spoon toward his lips, every trace of color drained from his already pale face.

He immediately began shaking his head, his eyes widening with unmistakable panic.

"No, no," he said, his voice strained with fear as he quickly reached out. His large hands trembled as they wrapped around the spoon. "I can do it myself, Miss. You really don’t have to do this."

Before I could even protest, he had already taken the entire bowl from my hands.

I watched his jaw tighten as he fought back a groan of pain from his injured ribs, yet he still forced himself to sit upright and feed himself.

That immediately caught my attention.

My gaze drifted toward Skye, who was standing quietly in the corner of the medical room, but she only shrugged, looking just as confused as I was.

"I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable," I said quietly, lowering my gaze to my hands, convinced I had crossed a boundary.

He quickly shook his head, swallowing the mouthful of soup before speaking.

"No, of course not, Miss Ella," he said, his tone deeply respectful, yet oddly hurried. "It’s just... I am fully capable of taking care of myself. Besides, you’ve already helped me more than enough by convincing the Alpha King to spare my life."

"I just feel horrible," I admitted with a heavy sigh as I lowered myself into the chair beside his cot. "Why didn’t you tell me this would happen? If you had, I would’ve stood by your side from the beginning, and maybe you wouldn’t have ended up getting hurt this badly."

"You are far too kind, Miss Ella," Paul replied quietly, lowering his gaze to the half-empty bowl resting in his hands. "But please, don’t trouble yourself over this. This is simply the harsh reality of serving as a guard in the Lunar Empire. Failure is never permitted, and mistakes are never tolerated. We are taught that from the very beginning of our training. It was my duty to keep you safe, and I failed. So I was punished. That is simply how things are."

Without another word, Paul carefully set the bowl on the nightstand before swinging his legs over the side of the cot and forcing himself to stand.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips the moment his knees gave out beneath him, sending him crashing heavily onto the floor right in front of me.

"What are you doing?!" I cried, immediately grabbing his broad shoulders and trying to pull him back onto the bed.

But who was I kidding?

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