Chapter 138 Pay for a Visit (1)
Avelira’s POV
As we enter Alarion’s private hospital room, he tries to push himself upright when he sees me, his skin ghostly pale from the blood he’s lost. Despite the pain etched on his face, his amber eyes brighten.
“Don’t move!” I urge him, hurrying forward in concern. “You’re badly hurt and need to stay still.”
Inside me, my wolf lets out a low whimper at the sight of his frailty,
Alarion manages a faint grin, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing serious, just a scratch.”
But I’m not fooled by his attempt to minimize it. I saw Cyrinne Wynthor drive that silver blade into his side with lethal force. I remember how his spotless white shirt was quickly stained with blood, the red blossoming like a deadly flower.
If Daelor hadn’t shown up with the territorial enforcers at exactly the right moment, Alarion might not have survived the blood loss. Silver wounds don’t heal for his wolf the way ordinary injuries do.
“Don’t concern yourself with me,” Alarion says, his voice a little stronger. “Even if this had been the end for me, saving you Awould have made it worthwhile.”
His words leave me at a loss, unsure how to respond to such selflessness. My pregnant wolf shifts uneasily inside, feeling the sincerity behind his statement.
To avoid dwelling on the uncomfortable topic, I quickly redirect the conversation.
“How did you even know Cyrinne had kidnapped me?” I ask as I settle into the visitor’s chair.
Alarion adjusts himself against the pillows, grimacing at the movement.
“I was passing through that part of town when I spotted you in trouble,” he explains softly. “I picked up your scent and followed it from there.”
ur own?”
My confusion deepens.” “But why didn’t you alert the territorial enforcers first, instead of trying to handle it on your
There’s genuine worry in my voice. “If things had gone wrong, both of us could’ve ended up in that concrete mixer!”
Alarion lifts an eyebrow, as though my question is self–explanatory.
“I did reach out to the enforcers right away,” he says firmly. “There’s no way I would’ve attempted something so dangerous alone against trained rogues.”
My attention instinctively shifts to Daelor, who has remained quietly stationed by the window throughout our entire
discussion.
He responds only with a mocking smirk, his silver–gray gaze frosty and openly mistrustful.
“A rather timely coincidence, isn’t it?” Daelor remarks with a dry, skeptical tone.
Alarion’s golden eyes ignite with a dangerous glint as he locks eyes with Daelor, unwilling to back down. The air between the two Alphas sizzles with tension, filling the sterile hospital room.
Both fall silent, yet their wordless standoff casts an uneasy energy over the space.
Without warning, the hospital room door flings open with dramatic force, Elysande Riven storms inside, anxiety etched across her face, but her commanding Luna presence is still unmistakable.
“Alarion! My son!” she exclaims, her motherly instincts overpowering her usual restraint.
The sight of Daelor and me clearly catches her off guard, but she quickly moves past us and heads straight for Alarion’s bedside.
“Tell me where you’re injured.” she demands, her concern unmistakable as her hands flutter protectively over him. “Is the silver wound causing you much pain?”
Her voice quivers, betraying her deep worry.
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as quickly as usual.”
Elysande’s face hardens with intense rage as she absorbs the situation.
“That vile Cyrinne Wynthor!” she spits, her usual elegance shattered by anger. “How dare she use silver against you!”
Her voice climbs, trembling with justified fury..
“I’ll see to it myself that she’s exiled from every pack territory for attacking an Alpha!”
Sensing this was a private moment between mother and son, I choose to excuse myself.
“I’ll leave you to rest,” I say, rising from my chair with care. “I’ll come back soon to see how you’re healing is going.”
Alarion’s eyes linger on me, reluctant for me to leave, but he manages a faint smile.
“I’d appreciate that,” he replies softly.
Once outside the hospital room, Daelor joins me, guiding me toward the elevator with a protective hand at my back. The doors slide shut with a gentle swish.
He wastes no time, immediately pulling out his phone and dialing swiftly.
“Maelor? Daelor here,” he commands, his tone all Alpha authority. “I need you to look into something right away.”
My curiosity grows as I listen in.
“Is there any official record of Alarion Riven contacting the territorial enforcers today about a kidnapping incident?”
My eyebrows lift at his straightforward questioning.
“I’ll wait for your answer, Daelor finishes, ending the call.
*Are you still suspicious of Alarion?” I ask plainly, though his doubts seem a little far–fetched to me.
Daelor fixes me with an unwavering look.
“I’ve never placed full trust in him,” he replies icily, his Alpha instincts on high alert. “His timing just feels too calculated.”
¡ accept that this is a dispute between rival Alphas and not something I should become involved in. With my pregnancy, my wolf needs peace, not drama.
“I’m not getting caught up in this,” I reply diplomatically.
As we reach the hospital lobby, Daelor notices my limp from my hurt ankle.
“Let me carry you to the car,” he offers sincerely, “You’re obviously hurting.”
I flush and shake my head. “Just help steady me if I need it. I can walk on my own.
He lets out a warm laugh, his silver–gray eyes lighting up with humor.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed about accepting a little help,” he jokes softly. “I’d be the one gaining from it, after
His straightforwardness sends waves of heat rushing to my cheeks. While I fumble for an appropriate reply, Daelor unexpectedly wraps me in his arms, shielding me,
“Watch out!” he urges, his tone sharp with alarm
Out of nowhere, a woman materializes, clutching my wrist with frantic urgency.
“My precious child!” she exclaims, her voice thick with emotion. “Your mother has finally found you! Where have you vanished all these years?”
I gaze at her in utter bewilderment–she is a stranger to me. Her complexion is light, her features fine and clear, suggesting a beauty that might shine under other circumstances
Yet her gaze is distant and unfocused, as if she is peering through me instead of meeting my eyes.
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“Mrs. Leyric?” Daelor identifies her instantly, concern coloring his words. “Why are you here at the hospital by yourself?” Before she can answer, a uniformed woman–clearly a hospital worker and somewhat out of breath–humies over.
“I apologize, Alpha Daelor!” she says, bowing deeply as she gasps for air. “Mrs. Leyric wandered off during her afternoon stroll.”
She turns to me, her face brightening with relief. “Thank you for keeping her from going any farther.”
Daelor brushes off her apologies with a gentle wave. “Make sure you look after her well. These incidents can become quite
serious.”
As the attendant softly attempts to guide Mrs. Leyric away, assuring her that Dr. Leyric is waiting, Mrs. Leyric only tightens
her hold on my arm.
*No!” she cries out, panic rising in her voice as her grip becomes almost painful. “No one is going to tear us apart again!”
