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Chapter 70

RAINA’S POV

The unexpected visit from Donald for a second tin such a short span stirred a tumult of emotions within me.

As | opened the door, his presence sent a wave of mixed feelings relief, curiosity, and a tinge of anxiety.

“Donald, what brings you here again?” | inquired, attempting to maintain composure while inwardly grappling

with the whirlwind of emotions.

He looked atwith a certain earnestness, a glare that hinted at how serious the situation was. “Raina, Carlyle

needs your help. He's not well.”

My heart skipped a beat. Despite the internal conflict, a surge of concern for his well-being took over my mind.

“What happened to him?” | questioned, my voice betraying a mixture of worry and reluctance.

“He's sick, Raina. Really sick. We need your expertise. Please, help us save him. He has suffered at relapse.

Donald implored with his words resonating with a sincerity that transcended our complicated history.

“Alright, I'll meet you soon. Givea minute.”

In the room, the atmosphere was heavy with tension as | walked in, a reluctant participant in the unfolding

. My gaze met Carlyle’s, and in that moment, a complex tapestry of emotions. unfolded. The past was a

specter, and the present was an unwelcreunion.

“So, the great Alpha Carlyle needs my help, | remarked, a wry smile playing on my lips. The room. held an

uncomfortable silence, thick with unspoken history.

Donald, caught between the dynamics, spoke with urgency, “Raina, we need you to save him. He's deteriorating

rapidly, and we don’t have much time.”

My initial reluctance transformed into a cold determination.

“Fine, you mentioned that before.” | agreed, not out of sympathy, but a strategic calculation of my own. As we

ventured into Carlyle’s quarters, the sight that awaitedwas unexpected.

Aside Carlyle laying on the bed, Mason laid opposite him there, visibly unwell too. Shock momentarily eclipsed

my poised demeanor. The scenadefied my calculations, unraveling a layer of complexity | hadn't anticipated.

“So, the heir is ailing as well. What a family reunion this is turning out to be,” | quipped, masking my internal

turmoil with a fagade of indifference. The room, now charged with uncertainty, held the promise of unpredictable

turns in the intricate gwe found ourselves playing.

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As | navigated through the intricate threads of my communication tool, a surge of satisfaction rippled through

me. The récent events had taken an unforeseen turn, and it appeared that the goddess of fate was, for once,

aligning with my desires. Initially suspecting my brother's machinations, the ethereal exchange of messages

dispelled that notion.

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“So, this twist of fate is not Rex's doing,” | mused, a sly smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The unexpected

illness that had befallen both Carlyle and Mason presented an opportunity that | hadn't anticipated.

The goddess, it seemed, had chosen this moment to cast her favor upon me. My brother, oblivious to the

unfolding , remained a distant figure in my carefully woven plans. As the pieces fell into place, | found

solace in the belief that destiny was, indeed, playing a hand in orchestrating the reunion | had long envisioned.

Before | began to care for Carlyle, | made sure everyone excused us.

“Why is that?” Donald was taken aback.

“It’s fir hus own good. Am | the one being sick here?” | asked in return.

“No, Raina. That's not the answer | want. The last t| checked, you didn’t order anyone out when he was

critically ill. Why then will you do that when all you're going to expend is just little effort.”

“Are you questioning my ability? | guess you should cfindwhen your done overcoming your trust issues.

If you don’t trustwith his health, why cforin the first place?” | fired at him, walking out of the room

in a feigned anger.

“You obviously know I don’t mean that As you can see, I'm not the only one here. The healers, Mason's nanny,

and the guards are surrounded here. According to the pack traditions, you don’t expectto send them out just

because you want to take care of the Alpha. Not at thus twhen our security is strongly distabilized.” Donald

heldback, stoppingfrom leaving.

“But

you did that the first tyou sought my help. Why not do it again? | definitely won't take long. to do what |

want to do.” | insisted persuasively. This time, in a low tone.

“Beta Donald, his breath is getting more shallow. We really don’t have much tagain.” One of the present

pack healers pointed out to me, leavingat crossroads on what to do.

| couldn’t go against the pack rules, yet, Carlyle wasn't getting any better.

“Tis running out, Donald. Make a choice; Raina voiced, distractingfrom the realm of deep thoughts which

| found myself.

He stared deeply into my eyes, probably trying to find an assurance, no matter how small that Carlyle would be

safe in my hands.

“You don’t have to worry, Beta. You all can stay around. | surely can’t escape here without passing through that

entrance. You have your way of holdingcaptive right? Then, there's nothing to fear since you can always

holdresponsible.” | said and he heaved a sigh.

“It's fine, then. Do what you need to. He muttered, signalling everyone to leave with a snap of hist hands.

As soon as they were all outside, | smirked to myself. One step away from my plans. This time, | was fully

prepared to achieve my aims of getting attached to Carlyle in a way he wouldn’t have a choice but to

acknowledge me.

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Thinking about it, | really don’t get where | got the idea of going down with him from. All | knew was that |

wanted to cthrough with it by all means. Looking around carefully, | felt the breathing presence of someone.

| looked around carefully but couldn't find anyone around asides Mason who was laying on the bed, almost

lifelessly.

| felt the presence of a third party but soon ignored il as soon as twas running out and | didn’t want my plans

to fail.

Moving closer to Carlyle. | positioned myself well, brought out the Lupicure essence which was a sacred item of

our pack and the reason why my help was sought to heal Carlyle. The Lupicure essence has dated back to

centuries since the existence of our pack. It is a material which is very potent in curing different type of poisons

and it can take any form and shape depending on how and what it’s been used for.

Unlike other materials in our pack, it can only be activated by someone from my pack as long as he's royalty

related.

Setting the Lupicure essence in the way it should be. | bit my index finger, dropping it on it as required for the

purpose | intend using it. As planned. | would treat Carlyle just like Donald wantedto but | would also use it

as an hypnotic. Then. I'll proceed with making Carlyle do my bidding.

As | attempted to exploit Carlyle’s unconscious state, hoping to intertwine our fates in a way | desired, an

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unforeseen disruption echoed through the room.

Mason suddenly began exhibiting scary and alarming symptoms. The atmosphere then changed from calculated

manipulation to chaotic urgency.

Carlyle who was still in the delicate balance between consciousness and slumber. becthe unwitting

audience to the unfolding , or so | thought. Caught off guard by Mason’s unexpected symptoms, |

scrambled to assess the situation, trying to see if it's something | can take care of without alarming anyone.

Suddenly, his eyes flicked open, glowing the with the brightest of light that I've ever seen. It felt like his eyeballs

beca source of light as the increased brightness illuminated the whole room.

“Something is wrong with Mason!” | exclaimed, my composed demeanor crumbling in the face of the unforeseen.

Carlyle, stirred by the urgency in my voice, began to regain consciousness. An unexpected miracle! What was

going on? How did a critically ill werewolf, almost dead, gain consciousness all of a sudden?

Quickly. I hid the Lupicure essence as | didn’t know what next to do. By now, everyone had rushed in, the

healers, the maids and guards, including Donald whose gaze shifted between my disheveled state and Mason's

distressed condition. As awareness settled in, he demanded answers.

“What happened here?” He questioned, boiling with rage,

“What did you do to my son?” Carlyle’s voice cut through the air sharply.

Realizing the precariousness of the situation, | attempted to salvage control. “I-I didn’t do anything He just... he

just started showing these symptoms!”

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The room buzzed with tension as Carlyle, fueled by paternal concern, took charge.

“Do something about it. Now!” he commanded the healers, the urgency in his voice cutting through

the uncertainty.

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