Chapter 112 Keep Secrets
Aelira’s POV
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I instinctively feel the urge to follow Daelor, already taking a step toward the exit when Jastor’s gentle
voice calls out from behind me.
“Aelira…”
The soft utterance of my name causes me to pause. It is only then that I remember my commitment to review the herbal remedy projects he has brought along.
Guilt washes over me as I turn back to face Jastor. His green eyes radiate the warmth that I have grown to value during our time together as colleagues.
In spite of my brother’s urgent hospitalization, I can’t just leave Jastor, especially after I had
recommended him for this role.
“Jastor, I truly apologize,” I start, my voice thick with regret. “My older brother is in the hospital, and I
need to see him right away.”
“What if you discuss the projects with Linda first, and I will catch up with you when I return?” I propose.
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Jastor’s expression remains kind and understanding, yet I notice a brief flicker of disappointment in
his eyes.
“It’s okay, you can go,” he replies softly. “I’ll wait for you.
As I meet his gentle gaze, a wave of guilt washes over me. I have made a promise and then promptly
broken it.
I resolve to properly apologize to him when I come back from the hospital.
The ride to Aethervale Hospital feels like it drags on forever, my wolf stirring anxiously within me as
countless scenarios play out in my mind.
When we finally reach the hospital, my heart races with dread.
Upon entering the ward, my heart drops at the sight before me. My older brother appears utterly unwell,
far more than I had anticipated.
Jornic is lying in a hospital bed, looking frail and battered, with stark white bandages wrapped around
his head and a heavy cast around his entire leg. Deep bruises mar his face in various shades of purple
and yellow.
“Jornic, what is wrong with you?” I ask, my voice shaking with concern.
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All my previous anger towards him completely evaporates in light of his visible suffering. Despite our recent bitter disagreements, seeing him in such a condition only fills me with worry and sorrow.
“What brings you here?” he mumbles through his swollen features, his voice distorted by his injuries.
His clear reluctance to disclose what happened is most troubling. He looks away from me, and his whole demeanor radiates evasion.
“Who hurt you?” I press, my frown deepening. “Was it Draven Cook, Cyrinne’s ex–mate?”
The slight twitch of his expression reveals that I might be onto something, but he is clearly unwilling to confirm my suspicions.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with it,” he insists stubbornly. “I’ll take care of my own matters. You don’t have to worry about this.”
Frustration builds in my chest, and I let out a deep breath.
“Are you still concealing something from me?” I demand.
My thoughts race as I try to understand the implications. If this situation relates to Jornic’s past involvement with Cyrinne before her mate bond ended, then Draven Cook indeed has every right to be enraged.
The circumstances surrounding Roderic Riven are much more serious than my brother’s, particularly since Cyrinne had been carrying Roderic’s child while still technically mated to Draven. This means
Roderic has truly betrayed Draven’s trust.
My older brother’s eyes dart nervously, and I pick up on subtle cues that bolster my increasing
suspicions.
“What are you talking about?” he responds, but his tone lacks assurance.
The way he steers clear of direct eye contact triggers an unsettling realization within me. My instincts
are spot on!
“Are you really not going to tell me?” I press, inhaling deeply.
“You know Draven Cook’s tactics better than anyone. If he felt bold enough to hurt you like this today,
he’ll likely come at you even stronger next time!”
Fear for his well–being elevates my voice. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
Jornic instinctively opens his mouth to reply, yet his gaze suddenly shifts to something behind me.
The moment he notices Daelor’s intimidating presence, he quickly shuts his lips.
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“I said no means no,” he insists stubbornly. “Don’t think too much!”
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His reluctance to share with me, particularly when his safety may be compromised, pushes my
frustration past its limits.
“Fine, then you can look after yourself!” I retort coldly.
I release my sharp remark and pivot to leave the hospital room.
As I step into the corridor, Daelor gently takes hold of my wrist, his touch soothing some of my
irritation.
“Okay, don’t be upset,” he says in a calming tone. “It’s not worth getting worked up over your older
brother.”
Although his intention is to comfort me, it only amplifies my annoyance with the entire situation.
“My older brother is clearly keeping something from me!” I assert. “And it definitely relates to Cyrinne
Wynthor!”
“I’ll assist you in uncovering the truth,” Daelor immediately offers.
I quickly shake my head, taking a small step back.
“There’s no need,” I respond decisively. “I’ve already asked too much of you. I’ll manage this on my
own.”
The burden of the favors I owe him weighs heavily on my mind.
“That’s alright,” Daelor concedes graciously. “But don’t overexert yourself. Reach out to me if you face any challenges you can’t tackle alone.”
I nod in appreciation. “Yeah.”
The troubling circumstances surrounding my brother darken my mood, but then a thought strikes me that brightens my spirits a little.
Since I’m already at Aethervale Hospital, I can address another crucial issue.
I need to cancel the pregnancy termination appointment I arranged at Lunar Herb Medical Center for
tomorrow morning.
“Um, Daelor, could you hold on here?” I request. “I need to visit another department for a few
minutes…”
“Where are you headed?” he inquires. “Should I join you?”
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The thought of explaining my destination makes my cheeks flush slightly.
“No need,” I reply quickly. “I’ll go alone,”
Daelor seems to grasp my hesitation intuitively, as he merely chuckles.
“Alright then. Hurry back.”
I nod in agreement. “Mhm.”
I take the elevator down to the obstetrics and gynecology department, feeling increasingly lighter with each passing floor.
With determination in my steps, I head straight to the nurses‘ station.
“Hello, I have a pregnancy termination scheduled for tomorrow morning,” I inform the nurse. “Can I cancel that appointment, please?”
“Certainly,” the nurse responds professionally. “Please provide your name and identification number,
and I’ll process the cancellation for
you.”
I swiftly supplied my information.
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“Please hold on for a moment, Ms. Sunmere, while I process this,” the nurse replies.
As I wait, I begin to examine the corridor around me with a fresh perspective.
My heart warms as I see pregnant she–wolves wandering the hallway, their protective partners nearby, displaying a mix of love and concern.
However, just as I immerse myself in these uplifting thoughts, a familiar figure catches my peripheral
vision.
Alarion?
My heart races, and I instinctively avert my gaze, my brow knitting together in concern.
What a coincidental situation! Why is Alarion here, of all places?
That thought barely crosses my mind when it hits me. Of course! He is likely at the hospital to support Cyrinne, who has attempted suicide once more following the disaster at the marking ceremony.
My frustration over my brother’s situation must have clouded my thoughts entirely. I’d completely
overlooked Cyrinne’s dramatic hospitalization.
I can only wish desperately that Alarion hasn’t noticed me yet.
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“Aelira?”
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Alarion’s deep voice resonates directly behind me, unmistakably tinged with recognition.
My heart sinks. I understand that avoiding him is futile now, so I simply turn to face him.
“What brings you here?” Alarion inquires, his brows knitting tightly. “Haven’t you had enough of the drama by now?”
Assuming he thinks I’m here to gawk at Cyrinne’s latest crisis, I decide to play along.
“What?” I respond. “Am I not allowed to be here?”
Alarion’s frown deepens, but when he speaks again, his voice sounds unexpectedly strained and tired.
“Aelira, do you really despise me so much?”
The word ‘hate‘ momentarily paralyzes me. He has completely misinterpreted my intentions.
“Even if I were here to witness a spectacle,” I reply coolly, “it would be Cyrinne’s drama, not yours. How is this relevant to you?”
Alarion presses his lips together, seemingly taken aback by my answer. His expression becomes distant and perplexed.
“You hate Cyrinne,” he states slowly. “Isn’t it because of me?”
I let out a cold scoff at his self–centered assumption.
“Alarion, our mate bond is already severed,” I say with sharp clarity. “Legally or morally, we’re worse.
than strangers now.”
I pause to let that sink in before delivering my final point.
“Since there’s no love remaining between us, how can there be hate?”
Alarion clearly struggles to accept my words. His amber eyes flicker with stubborn determination.
“Then why do you hate Cyrinne so much?” he presses further,
The question strikes a deep, raw nerve that has been exposed for months. Suddenly, all my buried pain
and anger surge to the forefront.
Compelled by this flood of unresolved emotion, I find myself revealing the harsh truth.
“Because she killed my mother!”
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“What?” Alarion seems taken aback, his entire body tensing in disbelief.
“What did you say?” he probes, his voice barely above a whisper.
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But I’m no longer in a position to elaborate or clarify. The pain of uttering those words is too
immediate and intense.
I turn to walk away, desperate to evade this confrontation.
“Ms. Sunmere!”
At that moment, the nurse behind me suddenly calls out.
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