“I knew about the pregnancy, Beta Alfred. I planned it, she told me as soon as she knew, I have proof, and we are very happy to have more mini-wolves someday to honor our Kingdom’s rich traditions. Especially considering we are joining two of the strongest werewolf families in the world. Now, if you excuse me, I have to take my wife to heal so it can happen someday—and if anyone tries to stop me I’ll fucking deal with him accordingly.”
“Your Highness, can—”
I look up to see Cain's sword on the throat of the oldest Elder.
That’s the last thing I register before my vision blurs, and I hear all that noise in my ears, making it impossible to concentrate on finding the source of my internal bleeding.
‘Cain…’
He picks me up bridal style, and I wrap my arms around him, breathing his neck in…
You never gave me your mark, little wolf. You have to wake up. You have to wake up for me, Ash.
I look around disoriented. Cain brought me back to our room, but it has hospital smell to it now. I notice the IV in my left hand again, and the back of some machine standing on my left.
“Did you ask me to mark you?” I ask, half-consciously knowing Cain must be near.
I feel his hand on my ankle and then see him sitting at the edge of the bed—talking with the doctor and Beta Lucifer. All three of them don’t look close to the low state they were in when I lost consciousness last time, and I wasn’t coughing blood then, so it must not be that bad.
“I… no. Why? I mean, I did when I found you in the hospital, but it was a week ago…”
Okay, that is so confusing.Something doesn’t add up. “What happened?”
“What do you mean? You don’t remember, Luna?” The doctor comes to me with a finger pointed up in front of my face and flashes some light straight into my eyes.
I can’t help but growl at the sudden intrusion. “Should I remember?”
“You were conscious the whole time,” the doctor informs me and starts moving the machine. “You were in so much pain from all the internal bleeding you had, that you almost knocked the Alpha out through the mate-bond. Um, we had to give you some sedatives, but you were responsive.”
Oh.
“Okay,” I say slowly, waiting for more information.
I don’t know if they give me more of that sedative, but I feel like I’m drifting away again. I close my eyes and the whole charade with the trial plays before my eyes again.
“I hate that guy,” I mumble, shuddering at the crimson-robed white version of Cain. “Can I kill him? Oooh would I be the Rogue King then?”
I feel Cain’s hand on my forehead.
“Would I be the King of all Alphas if I killed your father, Little Wolf?”
I nod my head, and it hurts, so I stop nodding, and hum, “Mhmm.”
“Well, no matter what happens with my father, I’m still the next King. So, sorry, but you would have to do it only for pure satisfaction.”
“Shit, I always wanted to be a King,” I mutter under my breath and go to sleep.
I wake up to something cold touching my skin. I open my eyes without moving any other muscle and look around.
Still Cain’s room, still the same people around. But now Cain is half sitting next to my head, Beta is laying by my feet, and Doctor is moving an ultrasonogram probe around my gel-covered abdomen.
“Alpha said you were very… um,selectivewith your healing before you started bleeding out. That’s a very cool trick, I admit, but next time you ever cough blood, and it’s not just your lungs, please, Luna, heal your whole body at once.”
“I feel fine,” I dismiss him and prop myself to give him better access.
“You feel fine, Luna, because your body started automatically healing everything when you relaxed after the sedative and the help from Alpha to channel your powers.”
I shake my head in denial because that would mean I healed everything and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. That’s the last thing Ideserved. The doctor glances at Cain for some help and concentrates on the sonogram again.