Chapter 70

RAINA’S POV

The unexpected visit from Donald for a second time in such a short span stirred a tumult of emotions within me. As I opened the door, his presence sent a wave of mixed feelings relief, curiosity, and a tinge of anxiety.

“Donald, what brings you here again?” I inquired, attempting to maintain composure while inwardly grappling with the whirlwind of emotions.

He looked at me with 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?” I 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. Give me a minute.”

In the room, the atmosphere was heavy with tension as I walked in, a reluctant participant in the unfolding drama. 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 unwelcome reunion.

“So, the great Alpha Carlyle needs my help, I 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.” I agreed, not out of sympathy, but a strategic calculation of my own. As we ventured into Carlyle’s quarters, the sight that awaited me was unexpected.

Aside Carlyle laying on the bed, Mason laid opposite him there, visibly unwell too. Shock momentarily eclipsed my poised demeanor. The scenario defied my calculations, unraveling a layer of complexity I hadn’t anticipated.

“So, the heir is ailing as well. What a family reunion this is turning out to be,” I quipped, masking my internal turmoil with a façade of indifference. The room, now charged with uncertainty, held the promise of unpredictable turns in the intricate game we found ourselves playing.

As I 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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mused, a sly smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The unexpected illness that had befallen both Carlyle and Mason presented an

the unfolding drama, remained a distant figure in my carefully woven plans. As the pieces fell into place, I found solace in the belief that

to care for Carlyle, I made sure everyone excused

is that?” Donald was

own good. Am I the one being sick here?” I

anyone out when he was critically ill. Why then will

you questioning my ability? I guess you should come find me when your done overcoming your trust issues. If you don’t trust me with his health, why come for me in the first place?” I fired at him, walking out of the room in

healers, Mason’s nanny, and the guards are surrounded here. According to the pack traditions, you don’t expect me to send them out just because you want to take care of the

“But

take long.

his breath is getting more shallow. We really don’t have much time again.” One of the present pack healers pointed out to me, leaving me at crossroads on what to do.

against the pack rules, yet, Carlyle wasn’t getting any better.

out, Donald. Make a choice; Raina voiced, distracting me from the realm of deep thoughts

no matter how small that

your way of holding me captive right? Then, there’s nothing to

fine, then. Do what you need to. He muttered, signalling everyone to leave with a snap of hist

fully prepared to achieve my aims of getting attached to Carlyle in a way he

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going down with him from. All I knew was that I wanted to come through with it by all means. Looking around carefully, I felt the breathing presence of someone. I looked around carefully but couldn’t find anyone around asides Mason who was laying on the bed,

but soon ignored il as soon as time was running out and I didn’t want my plans to

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

can only be activated by someone from my pack as long as he’s royalty

dropping it on it as required for the purpose I intend using it. As planned. I would treat Carlyle just like Donald wanted me to

exploit Carlyle’s unconscious state, hoping to intertwine our fates in a way I desired,

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

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