The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 92

“I would like to see him,” Lyra said to Nile.

“Of course,” Nile said, leading the way back into the cell. “You'll find that I keep my promises. He is still alive.”

Seconds later, Lyra realised that Julian was barely alive. He looked so bad, it was a wonder he was awake and talking.

“Lyra,” he wheezed. One of his hands was clutching his side, just below his chest. Recalling the thud and groans she had heard, Lyra wondered whether Nile had just hit him.

Julian looked weak, and the wound looked worse than it had the previous night. If he went another day without treatment, he would surely die. A day might even be a stretch. Most werewolves wouldn't stand silver poisoning for so long. Julian's superior healing abilities as the Lycan King must be the only reason he was still alive.

For now, saving his life was her priority. She would do whatever it took to get him a proper healer, and then she would think about the other things.

“Why are you wearing this?” Julian asked when Lyra went and knelt next to him.

“It's nothing,” she told him. “I'm alright.”

“You need to leave the palace,” he told her. “Don't worry about me”

Don't worry about him? If she abandoned him, he would surely die. She shook her head.

“I won't go anywhere,” she told him. “You'll be okay. We'll find you a good healer, and you'll be alright.”

Julian's brow furrowed. “What did he tell you? Don't trust him. He'll only use you to get what he wants.”

“Your life is the most important thing,” she told him. She reached for his hand. It was cold and dry, lifeless. She couldn't even give him a gentle squeeze for fear of hurting him. It was tough seeing someone who was always so strong and powerful be so weak and vulnerable. It was like the life had been sapped out of him, and there was only a little left. Tears fell down her cheeks unrestricted as her heart squeezed in pain.

“Please go,” Julian pleaded with her.

Before Lyra could say anything else, Nile walked forward and lifted her by the arm. “I agreed to help him, didn't I?” he told her, turning her to face him. “So stop crying. It ruins your beautiful face.”

He cupped her face with his hands and wiped the tears with his thumbs. Lyra was disgusted by his closeness, but there was nothing she could do. As for Julian, he badly wanted to tear Nile's arms off their sockets.

Nile leaned forward, causing Lyra to flinch and try to pull away from him. He increased the pressure of his hands on her face. “We are a team now, aren't we?” he asked her. “You'll do what I want, and I'll get him a healer.”

Lyra swallowed and nodded.

Giving her a satisfied smile, Nile leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips to her skin. He kissed the trail of her tears, getting rid of them.

“Now, now, don't cry,” he told her. “It doesn't look good on you.”

Lyra shut her eyes tight. Her stomach roiled, bile rising up her throat. She imagined unsheathing the knife and stabbing him in the neck.

Would he be quick enough to stop her? If she failed, their deal would be off. He would kill Julian.