The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 59

Aldrich’s arm was hooked around me before I could breathe. He scooped me up like I was a child, gripping me to his chest as he ran for cover. I gasped as I looked around, trying to find the assailant or where the arrow even came from in the first place.

About a couple yards away, there was a small shed that stored extra weapons and auxiliary. He sprinted toward it with me as his baggage, and I was shocked at the fact he was able to move so fast despite carrying me, like I weighed nothing more than a pound. He was even stronger than I thought. My gaze still shot around the field in a panic, but I did not see even a retreating silhouette.

The shed was locked; he simply kicked the lock of the door broken with his brutal force before rushing us inside, swinging the door closed behind us. We were both breathing heavily, and he released me from his arms before pushing down on my back to make me huddle close to the ground.

the pattering of the rain against the wood of the shed. My hair was dripping through my clothes, and

f the daggers and threw it to the ground in a fit. His hair was wet and his stance was pained as he eventually sighed, turning bac

e,” he commanded before grabbing the

by going out there. As an army general, I would theoize you as smarter than going into an open field with a weapon that doesn’t shoot.”

g his hand.

be with me right now,” I sneered, sitting up straight with my knees tucked into

hing but guilt in them.”

d to assure him of that at all.

, jutting his chin out at me. It was the first time he looked at me in nearly a week.

, “but not for something I didn’t do.”

oment.

ionship. I snuck out with him that night to tend to the sick homeless people who are experiencing a deadly virus right now. We healed them with our blood and potions.”

ent.”

turn to glare.

e. I could have helped you with that.”

ldn’t even do it myself. He is the only way we’ll find it, and even with his help, I’m struggling.” My voice broke at that, the knot in my throat unable to be contained.

if I could forgive this.”

s the first time I was using his love for me against him. Tears spilled out and ribboned down my cheeks.

a little too intently, like he was avoiding looking at me. I could sense the gears in his brain grinding together for an answer, and whatever it was, it

help. You can’t do this.” I don’t know how many times I repeated “you can’t do this” but it was enough to make me even drown myself out. Eventually, my pleas became louder and angrier, and I was in his face yelling fiercely, “You can’t do this!”

anger, half delight.

avender and sandalwood clinging to him. “You want to know how you can make me forgive you?” he challenged in a husk

contact. “What do you think?” I mocked daringly.

th him, challenging him.

nst mine, “is if you give me another child.”

ate before crashing my lips to his.