My Panther Mate & Our Little Cub novel Chapter 178

Transmigrated to Ralse Panther Cubs

Chapter 178 Taking Care of the Ill

Matthew happened to pass by carrying some firewood.

Finished

So, Donald waved him over and drawled, “Here, Wesley’s medicine. Keep an eye on it and take Zachary with you. Might as well get your shots in while he’s still down.”

Matthew nodded, his eyes glinting with schadenfreude.

Meanwhile, Wesley felt as though his insides were his outsides with how bad his nausea was. It’d gotten so bad that even drinking water made his stomach churn. He was honestly tired of having to run to the twistgrass pile whenever he had to hurl.

He had just thrown himself back on the ground, feeling absolutely sorry for himself, when he smelled a scent he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Sure enough, in came Matthew with a stony expression on his face. He was holding the lynx in his arms as he looked down at Wesley.

The lynx hissed and bared his teeth, looking like he wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out.

Wesley was already sufficiently terrified of the lynx, so he instinctively backed away..

He voiced his protest, as futile as it was. “I’m fine now, honest. I don’t need to drink it anymore.”

Matthew

merely stared at him dispassionately. “You should take your medicine if you’re sick.”

Wesley turned to look at Harper with pleading eyes.

Alas, Harper had great faith in Bruce’s medical skills. So, he had been worried sick when he heard Bruce inform him that Wesley was ill. Although he felt bad for Wesley, he knew that there was no compromise when it came to matters of one’s health.

“Be good, and drink up. You’ll get better soon enough.”

Wesley was so done, but he had no choice but to gag down the repulsive concoction.

The lynx was delighted, the corner of his mouth quirking into a pleased grin as his tail swished back and forth.

Matthew’s mood improved upon seeing Zachary so happy. The couple acted as one, staring Wesley down until he finished every last drop of the medicine before they turned and left.

On the way home, Zachary had plans to thank Bruce once he turned back into a human. He was even going through a list of foods he wanted to send to Bruce as thanks.

In the meantime, Bruce hadn’t left the cave even though dusk was fast approaching.

Is he still sleeping? Donald couldn’t wait any longer and leaped down from the tree.

Bruce hadn’t moved from the bed; his sickly face was flushed due to his fever. His lips were dry and peeling, and his brows were knitted in discomfort.

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So, it was no surprise that Donald immediately started panicking when he felt Bruce’s forehead.

Bruce was burning up.

“Bruce, wake up. Wake up!”

“Go away…” Bruce complained; his voice was feeble and hoarse.

Donald quickly dressed him, rolled him up in the beast–hide bedding, and dashed to his Sire’s cave with, Bruce in his arms.

Bruce jolted awake on their way there. He tried to call out to Donald to stop, but it was all in vain. Donald had swaddled him in the hide so well that his raspy voice failed to reach him.

Laurent was making dinner when he saw a hulking mass running toward him from a distance. He was just wondering who that reckless therian was when his own cub’s face came into view. “What happened?“/he demanded urgently.

“Sire, Bruce… Bruce is sick.” Donald panted, carrying the cocooned Bruce straight into the cave.

“Bruce is sick?” Laurent cried out as he hurried after him.

Bruce was about to retch from his unwanted and very nauseating journey. He struggled to poke his head out of the bedding and muttered weakly, “Sire, I… I’m fine.”

Laurent touched his face. “You call this fine? How did this happen?”

“I can brew some medicine myself. I’ll be fine.” Bruce hastily tried to change the subject, asking, “Sire, where’s Alpha?”

“He went out to gather wood.” Laurent had medicinal herbs at home as well, what with his previous profession. So, he opened a bag, picked out a few, and went to the stove to start brewing the medicine.

Donald stood nearby. He didn’t dare look at Bruce, but he didn’t feel right standing there and doing nothing. So, he quickly took over his Sire’s task. “I’ll do it.”

Bruce looked down at his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Donald hadn’t been stupid and had taken care to cover him up.

Laurent continued making dinner while Donald brewed Bruce’s medicine. Laurent figured he had to whip up a feast since his cubs had decided to visit.

Bruce knew Donald was avoiding him. So, he deliberately sat next to him, pretending to warm himself by the fire. Then, he turned to stare at Donald unblinkingly, daring him to stay silent.

Alas, Donald stared straight ahead. “You should rest on a bed.”

Bruce asked, “Who are you talking to?”

Donald said with a sigh. “Shaman, you’re sick. Please rest.”

Tve slept enough.” Bruce didn’t like it when Donald addressed him so respectfully. He didn’t like it when Donald behaved like the rest of the tribe. “My throat is dry. I want water.”

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Chapter 178 Taking Care of the Ill

Donald got up and poured a bowl of water for him.

Bruce asked. “Is my face so hideous that you couldn’t bear to look at me?”

“No.”

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Donald’s Alpha returned just as Laurent was done cooking. He put down the wood he was carrying and greeted with a smile, “Bruce, you’re here!”

Donald spoke up. “Alpha.”

“Oh, you’re here too.”

Donald fell silent, utterly unimpressed by his Alpha.

Talk about selective blindness.

Bruce sat for a while and couldn’t help but frown. He was in a lot of pain, and his stomach hurt.

After all, therians were different from sub–therians. It also didn’t help that neither of them had any experience when it came to s*x. Plus, he had used too much of that gray powder, so it wasn’t as if they were of sound mind when they went at it.

So, he hadn’t exactly expected to come out of this unscathed.

Still, it didn’t stop him from feeling the pain. He covered his abdomen with his hand and sat silently with. his head resting on his knees, his breathing heavy.

“You should rest in a proper bed,” Donald blurted, grabbing Bruce’s arm.

Bruce shook his head. “We’re about to have dinner.”

Donald could barely keep the frown off his face as he looked at Bruce’s pale one. “Is it that bad?”

fine.” Bruce curled his lips into a smile and suddenly whispered into Donald’s ear, “I’ll let you feel it next time. You might actually like it.”

He sounded so casual, as though he was just talking about the weather.

Donald’s face instantly turned beet red, his expression shifting from shock to embarrassment before settling into something distinctly bashful and awkward.

Bruce couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him being so… soft. The fact that he hadn’t said no and the look on his face made his discomfort fade somewhat.

Donald swiftly lowered his head and focused on adding wood to the fire.

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