Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother novel Chapter 39

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Chapter 34: The Rogue Lord

Riley’s POV

The staff led me down a long hallway to the last room.

I noticed the atmosphere here was different from usual. All the staff were on edge, and even the usually rowdy patients seeTe staying quietly in their rooms.

“Where’s Mateo?” I whispered.

The staff girl’s face was pale. “We haven’t seen him since last night… Maybe those rogues have him.”

I inhaled deeply and walked up to the last door, wrenching it open.

The usually spacious exam room felt incredibly crowded. Six or seven men stood inside and they all built like mountains.

Lycans were typically large, but these men were even more massive and had a wilder, rougher look.

The staff girl behind me held her breath, horrified.

The man in the middle turned around and raised an eyebrow at me, looking surprised. Apparently, like most of my patients, he didn’t expect the Veilwalker to be a young woman.

And I was surprised, too.

Because everyone said the rogues were ugly and brutal monsters. Yet the man in front of me was strikingly handsome.

He had dark hair, dark eyes, and very defined features. He possessed a mature, wild charisma that could drive any woman crazy.

“Hah.”

The man let out a short, derisive laugh. His voice was deep and sexy, charged with electricity.

“Did Mateo send some little girl to blow me off? Does he really think I’m that stupid?” he scoffed.

I snorted. “You’re not that smart either. The real Veilwalker is standing right in front of you, and you’re still questioning her.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You? Really.”

“Yes, me.” I was done with the runaround and cut straight to the point. “Where’s the patient? Show me. I don’t have all day.”

“The patient isn’t with us right now,” the man shrugged.

What? I officially lost my patience. “Then why are we even standing here right now? Having a goddamn tea party?”

Suddenly, all the rogues hunched their shoulders and let out a collective growl. Their bared fangs gleamed icily, as if they were about to pounce and tear me apart.

The staff girl let out a weak cry, nearly fainting on the spot. I caught her and snapped at those people, “Next time you raise your voices at me, I’m kicking you all out.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide, shocked by my audacity.

“M-My lord, this girl is so fucking rude!” one of the rogues roared. “Let’s rip her pretty little head off and find another doctor. She can’t be the only one who can heal our young master!”

A chorus of low, agreeing growls came from the others.

“Yeah, rip her apart!”

“Let’s press her face into the burning coals and make her squeal like a little quail!”

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“I bet her flesh is tender as veal. I could use an extra snack!”

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The handsoftie man lifted his lips into a dark smulle as he stared at me. “You heard my men. Should I give them what they want?” “Then you’d have come all this way for nothing. And that would make you the stupidest man alive,” I said, my voice icy.

He gave a low chuckle and stepped closer. His dark eyes held a strange light. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it a waste. I can imagine how beautiful the face under that veil must be… Getting a taste of you would make the trip worthwhile.”

He seized my chin and lifted my face.

That’s when I caught his scent. Dark, strong, like burning cigars.

“So rogues are just a bunch of horny dogs?” I mocked.

He laughed. “We’re not. But maybe you’re just exceptionally tempting.”

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His hand moved to the back of my head, trying to remove my veil. The other rogues whistled excitedly, eager to see what happened next.

I abruptly grabbed his wrist.

“Is your patient paralyzed?” I asked.

The room fell dead silent. The rogue’s jaw dropped in shock. The handsome man narrowed his eyes.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“I know more than that. I know the paralysis started in the patient’s early childhood and gradually worsened. Probably accompanied by other symptoms-loss of speech, mental instability, seizures, maybe skin lesions. But because his parents are healthy, you can’t figure out why he’s sick.”

I raised an eyebrow at the men.

“So, am I right?”

The expressions on their faces told me I’d guessed correctly.

Then one of the rogues stuttered, “M-My lord, does this woman know our young master?”

“No freakin’ way,” said another rogue. “But they say the Veilwalker can see your whole life in one glance. They say she’s the Moon Goddess reborn!”

They started to look at me with awe. Very sharp contrast to their earlier attitude.

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“Shut up, idiots,” their handsome leader said lazily, his gaze fixed on me. “She knows because she’s a good doctor. She can deduce symptoms from the smallest details. Now tell me how you guessed, and I might let you keep your veil.”

I rolled my eyes at him. God, he was almost as arrogant as Ezra.

“You came all this way without the patient, which pretty much means he can’t travel. Besides paralysis, there’s probably something else hard to manage, like mental instability or loss of speech. Your own pack has doctors, yet you came specifically to me. That means it’s not a common illness, and it’s not genetic. Right?”

The man stared at me deeply, then smiled.

“Let’s start over. I’m Axel, lord of the rogues,” he said, offering his hand.

I shook it. “Not the Rogue King?”

“No, that would be my brother. And this is your patient-the Rogue King’s only son.”

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He handed file his phone.

There was a video. And I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw the boy on the screen

His upper body was human, but his lower half was a wolf. His face and back were covered in gray wolf hair. He snarled at the camera, his eyes holding no human emotion. He tried to lunge forward, but his lower limbs dragged uselessly behind him.

“Dreadful,” I murmured.

“You tell me. My brother is heartbroken. The symptoms appeared on the kid’s third birthday and have gotten worse each year,” Axel said, rubbing his chin. “Now they say the Veilwalker is the best at rare diseases. Show me what you’ve got.”

I handed back his phone. “And why would I treat a rogue? You’re our worst enemy. ”

Axel chuckled, though there was no humor in his eyes. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, my pretty little doctor.”

I took a deep breath.

This illness was rare, but I’d seen it before. The tricky part was that it was very hard to cure.

“It’s called Lycanthropic Disjunction,” I said. “It’s a genetic disorder. A throwback to a primal, unstable form of the lycanthropic gene. It doesn’t just ‘activate’ during the change. It shatters the change itself.”

The rogues looked horrified. Axel frowned, “I don’t care what it’s called. Just tell me there’s a cure.”

“There is. There’s a plant called Bindvine. It’s known for its strong ability to mimic neural signal conduction. Make a gel from it and mix it with a tiny amount of highly diluted silver compound. Apply it daily to the junction between his human and wolf body.

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Axel raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Just rub some gel on his waist and he’s cured?”

I was getting impatient. “It’s not just any gel, okay? It’s a special formula. It reduces neural signal static, allowing the brain to perceive and control the wolf hindquarters more clearly.”

The rogues still eyed me suspiciously. I added, “Fine, I can also give you a Moondew Flower potion. It can reduce the pain and help the patient regain basic consciousness.”

Axel stared at me deeply. His gaze felt like an X-ray, as if he could see right through my soul.

“Now swear to me this treatment will work,” he said, his voice low.

My heart pounded in my chest. I forced myself to sound calm. “I never joke about my work.”

He let out a soft, mocking chuckle, then cupped my face through the veil. His thumb gently traced iny cheek and pressed against my lips.

“Let go of me,” I snapped.

“Let’s just take her back with us, my lord! Force her to cure our young master under our watch!” one rogue cried.

I gritted, “If you do that, I’ll let your young master wither and die. Try me. Now LET GO!”

I tried to slap Axel, but he seized my wrist, a dark smile on his face.

“Quiet, guys,” he said in a light yet dangerous tone. “Alright, Veilwalker. I’ll try your treatment. But if my nephew isn’t better in one month, I’ll come back for you.”

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