The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 7

Cathy

“Aldrich?!” I yelled out as he relinquished, a mass of muscle collapsing heavily to the ground.

I watched in horror as the noble prince, war general, and experienced soldier fell unconscious on my floor. He had spent most of his adult life in war, probably combatting the most notorious generals and warriors, but passed out in my living room onto my daisies.

afraid of him dying.

him onto my bed, not caring that his blood stained my sheets. I flinched at the familiar sight of him in bed and tried to forget the last time I saw him in this state.

d, and I was, as usual, was very impressed by him. His calmness projected, easing me a bit, the panic in me lessening. He was very mentally strong—he must get tha

alike they were.

was already ebbing. Nothing compared to the scars on the rest of his body, or the gashes he had received in war. His body was decorated with past wounds.

ng night briefly, and my breath hitched.

rried, and I felt his eyes on me.

exy abs, but he was still a monster. I shook my head, snapping myself to present day. Years after he indirectly killed me. Plus, there was no poi

id, the god of war bringing them peace with a painful cost. They appeared to be inflicted by an array of weapons; bullets, swords, even daggers.

d over it, observing it out of morbid curiosity. I furrowed my eyebrows when my p

. A thick, poisonous looking slime. I then realized he did not faint because of his minor injuries tonight—

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drich was in my bed, and two, I needed to know what the black ooze was.

luctant to find the answer.

hing this. Why did I care? I poured a glass of wine with some relaxing herbs and tried to ignore the questions directed at myself.

ound 4 AM, I

vampire world. Once a person is infected, it will ceaselessly continue to attack the body. It weakens your

e it for more than three years.

in three years.

ge on him—not some stupid poison.

ut the scars. He was a monster to me, but a hero to everyone else. Unfortunately, the man I loathed was also the best general the v

er revealed that he was his son, he would be a childless father. In the dark, I smiled to myself at this. I could not think of a torture more wicked.

over to my bed. Sleeping, he looked peaceful. In that moment, he looked more lik

lamped his mouth shut.

upon his tongue.

ot my responsibility. Why had he come here in the first place? Why did he bother to protect us?

uld let him rest in the cottage he made me decompose in.