The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 33

Lyra heard the sound of tearing flesh and waited for the pain to hit. But none came.

“Are you alright?” a masculine voice…Julian! It was Julian’s voice!

Her eyes split wide open and looked up at him. He was looking ahead, his face a mask of concentration as he ran through the forest at full speed.

“Yes,” she muttered.

“Hold on tight,” he instructed.

She gulped and wrapped her arms around his neck. The forest around them turned into a blur as he ran at a speed she never thought was possible in the human form. But then again, he was the Lycan King, the Alpha of Alphas.

The scent of blood followed them all along, and only after a few minutes did she realise that it was coming from him. Feeling below his neck, she touched tender, torn flesh. A claw mark. The monster wolf had gotten to him while he was grabbing her.

“You are injured!” she exclaimed.

“I’m fine,” he replied.

Despite his injuries, he did not slow down until they came across Beryl and a few warriors at the edge of the forest. On seeing her friend, Beryl rushed forward, worry etched on her face.

“What happened?” she asked, thinking that Lyra was badly injured. But when Julian put her on her feet and Beryl saw she was okay, she cried in relief and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry for leaving you behind.”

“Why are you apologising?” Lyra asked. “It was my idea.”

When they pulled back, Beryl looked around. “Where is Victoria?”

Lyra turned to Julian. “Victoria is still out there. I hid her in a cave where the wolf can’t reach.”

“I already had someone get her,” he told her.

“Thank you for saving me,” she told him. “How is your back?”

“It’s a small injury, nothing to worry about,” he said.

She suspected that it had something to do with the wolf who had attacked them. As far as she knew, that wolf had been anything but normal. What if he had infected Julian with something? The more she thought about it, the more worried and restless she became.

“Why don’t you go and visit him?” Rae suggested. “He got hurt saving you, so you should thank him properly, right?”

Right. That was a good excuse to go and see him at the hospital. If he was still there, that was. She hoped that it had turned out to be a common injury and he had already been discharged.

Leaving her room, she made her way towards the hospital building. She was able to make her way to Julian’s room without notice and slip inside. He was lying on the bed, asleep. She walked to his bedside and looked down at him.

His face was relaxed, with no sign of pain or discomfort. The blankets only covered his body to the waist, so the bandages transversing his torso were visible. He is strong, she thought as she took in his well-muscled torso, so he would get well in no time.

Feeling reassured, her eyes flitted back to his face. While he slept, he looked more handsome than ever. Maybe that was because he was not scowling or giving her an icy look. She lifted her hand, tempted to stroke her fingers over his face.

But she did not want to wake him up, so she curled her hand into a fist and refrained. She did not know for how long she remained there, simply watching him, when she heard footsteps outside.

Panicking, she turned to leave. How could she explain being in the king’s hospital room? But, as soon as she took one step from his bedside, Julian’s hand latched onto her wrist, preventing her from walking away.