Wolfless Omega, Claimed by Prince Lycan King (Harper and Silas) novel Chapter 86

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Chapter 62

I lay pale on the sickbed, thinking about the phone call Lucian had just made. My hands, hidden under the blanket, couldn’t help but clench tightly.

I had only been locked up for a few hours when Lucian called and asked his right-hand assistant, Fenris Asher, to go to the Alpha’s Judgment Chamber.

‘Squeak.”

The sound of the door opening made Ayla’s expression instantly turn pitiful. She looked at Lucian, who had just coaxed Willow to sleep, and with teary eyes, she spoke up for me, “Lucian, I just got a minor injury, it’s nothing serious. Seren has been locked up for a few hours. How about we just let this matter go?”

“I think I shouldn’t have called your warriors but I was too worried about Willow.”

Lucian looked at Ayla, his tone noticeably softened, “I will handle this matter. Have a good rest.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

It was from Fenris.

Lucian immediately walked to the balcony and answered the phone, asking in a deep voice, “Has she calmed down? Give her the phone.”

Fenris stood at the entrance of The Alpha’s Judgment Chamber at this moment. A few minutes ago, he had expressed his intention to Gorrin, stating that Their Alpha decided to forgive Seren.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

‘Alpha Lucian, Ms. Seren has been taken away by Mr. Blackthorne.”

He heard Ragnar’s name. Lucian’s face darkened, with a storm brewing in his eyes.

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I was drenched with cold water while in The Alpha’s Judgment Chamber.

Although Ragnar promptly brought a hairdryer for me, my recent weak immune system made me susceptible to the cold air.

fell asleep not long ago and soon developed a high fever, feeling as if I were in a furnace.

Sweat soaked my temples, my eyebrows furrowed tightly, and my beautiful face turned sickly red.

was feeling very uncomfortable. The pain hit like silver in the gut-a deep, gnawing sickness that made my human flesh weak. I curled in on myself, weat-slick and shaking, as my bones itched with the need to shift.

Run. Hunt. Heal, my wolf growled inside me, its voice usually a storm of claws and fury.

But it was just… weak. A whimper in the dark.

slightly opened my mouth.

The painful groans kept pouring out.

A large hand timely covered my forehead, and the coolness of the palm was very comforting to me at that moment, instinctively making me want to get closer.

My forehead was pressed tightly against Lucian’s palm.

My breath was hot, spraying onto his palm.

Itchy, like feathers, brushed across the man’s heart.