Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 The Operation

Chapter 45 The Operation

Sylas almost stood up to go talk to Gillian himself.

Everything he’d seen of her today told him she wasn’t the kind of person who’d watch someone die when she could help.

But Lucian stopped him.

“The commander already tried. It didn’t work. She’s not going to do it.”

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Merrick had been in that buggy too? Sylas’ expression dimmed. If even Merrick couldn’t sway her, then there was no point in him trying.

Lucian didn’t waste time complaining. He simply clapped a hand on Sylas’ shoulder. “Sylas, trust you. Start the operation. Tris can’t wait any longer.”

“All right. Bring the anesthesia.”

Sylas drew in a deep breath and looked over the healing alloy stacked beside the operating table.

He pulled on a pair of sterilized bio-gloves and steadied himself for the first incision, hoping the taint hadn’t spread too far for them to handle.

Then the door of the vehicle was wrenched open from outside.

Lucian’s eyes snapped up to the new arrival. “Black Rick, why are you here…”

Sylas and the rest of the medical team froze where they stood, their gazes lifting in respect toward the most powerful man in Wasteland City.

“Gillian agreed to save Tristan. Everyone except the medical team, out with me.”

The moment Merrick finished speaking, Gillian stepped into the vehicle behind him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she’d just been crying.

Sylas couldn’t help wondering if Merrick had made Captain Sterling cry.

Lucian’s mind jumped somewhere darker. Had Merrick actually struck his wife?

Number Two refused to believe it. He’d told Merrick to charm her, not reduce her to tears.

“Are you still standing there? Do you want to save Tristan or not?”

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A frown pulled at Merrick’s face. What was with the looks on these guys? Did he really have to repeat himself?

Lucian let out a breath he’d been holding. “Yes, commander.”

“Aw, commander, we’re just so happy. Going now.”

Number Two threw a wink Sylas’ way before scrambling out behind Merrick.

Lucian came out last, and he turned to look at Gillian one more time.

“Thank you.”

Then he eased the vehicle door shut behind him.

Gillian looked at the white fox on the surgical table, her face giving nothing away. None of this was actually for anyone else.

It was for the babies she was carrying.

It was for her grandmother waiting at home, and for the beastmen of Wasteland City who were barely scraping by.

In her last life, what had wiped out the 9th Legion was still unclear, but Merrick had been the legion’s one shot at survival.

If she wanted to keep the legion alive, she couldn’t let Merrick’s inner circle fracture around him.

“No time to waste. Let’s start.”

Gillian shrugged off the black legion jacket with practiced ease, leaving herself in the white dress underneath, and layered a sheen of golden psionic power over the fabric.

They’d have to make do, since this wasn’t the Medical Hall, where everything could be properly sterilized.

“Captain Sterling, I honestly thought you wouldn’t come. Tris jumped the gun this time. Thank you for stepping in to save him.”

Sylas stepped aside without being asked, leaving the lead surgeon’s spot open for her.

“I’m doing this for the money. His brother coughed up one billion, and nobody walks away from that kind of cash.”

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Standing there in her white dress, dusted with that soft golden glow, Gillian carried herself with a presence all her own.

She looked like a goddess come down to earth, not some greedy, common woman.

She might claim it was for the money, but Sylas knew better.

A flicker passed through Sylas’ eyes, but he didn’t push her on whether she meant it.

“Captain Sterling, is everything you need here? Anything else I should grab?”

“This is enough. We’ll run the same setup as this afternoon.”

“Got it. I’ll back you up all the way.”

With Gillian taking the lead, Tristan wasn’t going to die.

Gillian noticed the supplies in the vehicle were exceptionally well-stocked.

Even without her, the healing alloy could have kept Tristan barely alive long enough to reach a cleric in Firefox City.

Though even if he’d survived, he’d never have been the same again.

“Tough little thing. Still hasn’t died.”

Gillian took the metal scalpel and made the first cut, quick, clean, and brutal.

Her comment landed with bite, but the medical team had to admit she was right. The kid had been lucky to survive at all.

The white fox’s belly had nearly stopped moving, and if you had told someone he was already dead, they’d have believed it.

There was nothing gentle about her technique. If anything, there was a brutal kind of artistry to it.

She steered roughly past the major vessels, sliced through flesh with quick, practiced strokes, and then poured psionic power into the wound to purge the taint.

“Captain Sterling, we haven’t given him the anesthesia yet.”

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