Chapter 89 Ask for Help
Aelira’s POV
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An unsettling thought lingers in my mind: could Cyrinne have intentionally visited my mother prior to her passing? What does this imply? The mere suggestion that she may have inflicted harm on her twists my stomach.
“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Daelor advises, his voice calm as he tops off my glass with water. “At this stage, we’re merely speculating.”
“I understand,” I respond, yet the heavy weight of anxiety remains lodged in my chest.
My wolf whines fretfully from within; she has always shielded my mother, and the mere idea of Cyrinne being responsible for any harm is almost unbearable.
“But it is logical,” I persist, unable to dismiss my thoughts. “Cyrinne has always felt threatened by anyone close to Alarion.”
Daelor reclines in his chair, his silver–gray eyes observing me intently. “We’ll uncover the truth. Let’s have Dr. Leyric check the hospital records first.”
I acknowledge him with a nod, attempting to soothe myself for the sake of my pup. Stress is
detrimental to pregnancy, particularly one as fragile as mine.
Dr. Leyric concludes his breakfast, standing to tidy up the dishes, and I quickly rise to assist.
“Allow me to help,” I say, reaching towards a plate.
“There’s no need for that,” Daelor replies with determination. “You should be resting.”
I feel touched by his concern, though I can’t shake the sense of uselessness while others are busy.
“I’m pregnant, not incapacitated,” I argue softly.
Dr. Leyric laughs as he organizes the dishes. “You two are already sounding like a mated pair.”
Heat rushes to my face at his remark. Daelor shoots a warning glance at his friend, silencing him
immediately.
Once Dr. Leyric finishes clearing the table, I offer him some moon–sage tea, a customary gesture my mother always insisted upon for her guests.
Before he can accept my offer, Daelor suddenly stands. “Actually, Nyven, I need you to return to Aethervale Hospital.”
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Dr. Leyric raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Right now?”
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“Yes, right now,” Daelor asserts, his Alpha tone resonating throughout the room. “I need you to review the surveillance footage from Cyrinne’s visit to Aelira’s mother.”
Dr. Leyric nods, quickly grasping the urgency. “I’ll call you as soon as I find anything.”
After his departure, I gather my belongings, feeling the need for solitude to process everything.
“I think I should return to my apartment,” I state. “I could really use a shower and some fresh clothes.”
Daelor stands up. “I’ll escort you.”
“That’s not necessary,” I smile lightly. “We live right across the hall in Myrthale Residences. I can handle the short trip.”
A hint of a smile plays on his lips at my sarcasm. “Contact me if you need anything.”
I assure him that I will and make my way back to my apartment, appreciating the brief moment of
solitude.
Just as I reach my door and fumble for my keys, my mobile phone starts ringing. The screen shows
my brother’s name, surprising me after our last tense encounter.
“Jornic?” I respond cautiously.
“Aelira!” His voice is frantic, imbued with a fear I’ve never witnessed from my normally confident older brother. “I need help!”
My heart races instantly. “What’s going on? Where are you?”
“I’m at Riverland Hotel,” he gasps, his speech fragmented. “Room 732. Some unknown wolves are
attacking me–I suspect they’re rogues from a neutral area.”
“Attacking?” I tighten my grip on the phone. “Jornic, what trouble have you gotten into?”
“Please,” he implores, desperation cracking his voice. “Bring Daelor. They’ll back off when the Alpha King arrives.”
Frustration wells up within me. Even now, in the face of danger, he refuses to be truthful.
“This is about Cyrinne, isn’t it?” I ask firmly. “Why can’t you just be honest about your relationship with her?”
“Aelira, please,” he urges. “This is not the time-”
“It never is!” I retort, my emotions heightened by hormones. “You always distance yourself, yet expect
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me to come to your aid when you’re in trouble!”
“I’m your brother!” he yells. “No matter what you think of me-
His sentence abruptly halts, replaced by a chilling cry of anguish. I hear chaos–furniture crashing, what sounds like snarling, followed by a heavy thud.
“Jornic?” I shout frantically. “Jornic!”
The call disconnects.
With trembling hands, I try to reach him again, but I only get his voicemail. My second attempt yields
the same result, and my wolf stirs beneath my skin, filled with worry.
Despite our recent disagreements and his maddening secrecy, he remains my brother–the only close family member I have left after our mother passed away.
I stand paralyzed in the hallway, panic overtaking my thoughts as I struggle to decide what to do next.
Behind me, I hear Daelor’s door open. I turn to find him there, his powerful Alpha scent giving away his
readiness even before I spot the sharp concern in his silver–gray eyes.
“What’s up?” he asks, immediately sensing my distress.
“It’s my brother,” I reply, my voice shaky. “He just called to say he’s being attacked in his hotel room.
Then I heard him scream, and the line went dead.”
Daelor reacts without delay. “Which hotel?”
“Riverland Hotel, room 732,” I answer, feeling relieved by his swift response.
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“Let’s go,” he replies, his Alpha presence steadying and reassuring as he leads me toward the elevator.
“My car is downstairs.”
The drive to the hotel is tense, Daelor skillfully navigating through traffic while I repeatedly attempt to
contact my brother without success.
“What exactly did he say about his attackers?” Daelor inquires, his voice composed, though his
knuckles grip the steering wheel tightly.
“He mentioned they could be rogue wolves from a neutral territory,” I say, pausing before continuing,
“But I believe this is related to Cyrinne. He specifically asked for you, saying they would back off if the
Alpha King appeared.”
Daelor’s jaw clenches. “That indicates they may not be rogues. Rogues wouldn’t adhere to pack
hierarchy.”
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Upon arriving at the hotel, we hurry through the lobby. The front desk clerk attempts to stop us, but just one intense glare from Daelor silences him immediately.
As we reach room 732, we find the door slightly open. The sharp scent of fear and aggression emanates from within, causing my pregnant wolf to instinctively recoil.
Daelor places a protective hand on my arm. “Stay behind me.”
He cautiously pushes the door open, his tall figure blocking my view as he surveys the scene. The room is a mess–furniture is scattered, a lamp lies shattered on the floor, and the unmistakable scent of wolf’s blood lingers in the air.
My heart beats painfully against my chest. “Jornic?” I call out, attempting to maneuver around Daelor.
He firmly restrains me. “Wait outside,” he orders, his authoritative tone prompting my wolf to
instinctively yield.
“He’s my brother,” I argue.
“Aelira, please,” Daelor’s voice softens slightly, but his position remains firm. “Think about your pup.
His words remind me of my duty to safeguard the life growing within me. Reluctantly, I step back, one hand resting protectively over my slightly rounded belly.
Daelor advances further into the room, his wolf senses clearly heightened. I remain at the threshold, scanning the chaos for any sign of my brother.
After a tense pause, I hear it–a muted whimper emanating from the bathroom. My wolf’s keen hearing easily picks up the distressed sounds.
“Daelor,” I call urgently, gesturing toward the bathroom door. “It’s in there!”
Without waiting for him to respond, I push past him, drawn to the sound. Jornic needs me.
“Aelira, stop!” Daelor’s voice carries an authoritative command, making my wolf freeze instantly. “Stay where you are. He’s alive, but let me take care of this.”
Reluctantly, I comply, watching as Daelor retrieves a pair of trousers from the toppled wardrobe before making his way to the bathroom door.
He knocks once. “Jornic Sunmere? I’m Daelor Briarhallow. Your sister is here. I’m coming in.”
Without waiting for a reply, he enters and shuts the door behind him.
I hear muffled voices, some shuffling, and what sounds like my brother’s choked sob. The minutes drag on painfully as I wait, envisioning the worst.
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Finally, the bathroom door swings open. Jornic steps out, shirtless and dressed in the trousers Daelor procured. His face is bruised, his hair clinging to his forehead in sweat, and his wolf’s scent heavy with
fear and shame.
Red marks encircle his wrists, evidence of being restrained, likely with silver–infused binders, given the
inflamed welts. He can’t meet my gaze as he stumbles into the room.
“Jornic!” I rush to him, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. “Who did this to you?”
He shakes his head, still avoiding eye contact. “I have no idea.”
The evasion in his tone feels all too familiar and ignites my anger. Even after being attacked and
humiliated, he still chooses to lie.
“Don’t give me that,” I retort, my patience finally wearing thin. “You were stripped and tied up in your own hotel bathroom. This wasn’t random. Who have you provoked?”
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“I’ve told you, I don’t know,” he maintains stubbornly, his eyes fixed on the floor. “They wore masks.
They never revealed who sent them.”
Daelor silently observes our exchange, his expression unreadable as he leans against the wall.
“Was it Draven Cook?” I press on. “Cyrinne’s ex–mate? Did you sleep with his mate while they were still
bonded?”
Jornic recoils at my accusation but stays quiet.
My frustration boils oor heaven’s sake, Jornic! How can I assist you if you won’t be truthful with
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“I never asked for your assistance,” he mumbles, despite the fact that his earlier call says otherwise.
“Then why did you reach out to me?” I press, my wolf softly growling within me. “Why involve me in this if you’re just going to keep deceiving me?”
At last, his gaze meets mine, filled with a mix of anger and fear that renders him suddenly vulnerable.
Yet, he remains silent, and his lack of response angers me more than any denial.
Frustrated with his ongoing dishonesty, I push him, unwilling to tolerate his evasiveness any longer.
“Just tell me everything, Jornic. Right now.”
