Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 357 On The Night

I pressed the nurse’s bell, urgency growing in my chest Moments later, the werewolf nurse and Dr. Williamson arrived to check on Richard.

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Dr. Williamson completed his examination and, with a note of lightness in his voice, spoke, “Mr. Holbrook, the Alpha’s condition is improving. He’d been in a deep coma, and after another critical episode, we thought we’d lost him.

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in, then continued, “But thanks to Ms. Sinclair, we’ve just checked his vitals. His body’s functions are gradually stabilizing

Caden let out a long breath, his relief evident.

I tightened my grip on his hand, my voice steady. “Caden, don’t worry. Mr. Richard’s improving. In a few days, I’ll perform the final treatment. He’ll wake up then.”

“Mm.” Caden’s voice was a quiet murmur. He looked at Dr. Williamson. “Please, keep a close watch on my grandfather.”

“Of course,” Dr. Williamson replied, his tone resolute.

I squeezed Caden’s hand again, offering him what little comfort I could. “Let’s head back to the room.”

I knew, deep down, that Richard had responded to Caden’s words–about our engagement. Even in his coma, Richard had heard, and it had stirred something inside him.

It was a good sign.

As but

– returned to Caden’s room, I made my way toward mine Caden’s hand caught my arm.

“What’s wrong?” I turned, confusion in my gaze.

“Stay with me,” Caden said, his lips curling into a small, faint smile as he pulled me back into his room.

His gaze was warm, steady, and it was impossible to resist. I found myself following.

I sat on the edge of his bed, pulling out the ointment from Hughie, preparing to treat my injured foot.

had to heal quickly.

to do–treating Mr. Richard, preparing the scar–removal ointment for

couldn’t keep those marks.

into my face, obscuring my vision. I brushed them

He took the ointment from my hands, his dark eyes soft with something

helped me earlier,” he murmured, his voice low, warm. “Now, let

swab and began applying

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sting of the medication would have made me wince, but under Caden’s touch,

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seemed to fade, replaced by a soft, almost ticklish

so small there. His touch was deliberate, cautious–as though I might break if

he finished with one foot, then took the other. It usually distant face was

slow, deliberate, as if afraid of causing me any

no desire to pull

sheen of sweat formed on my forehead,

suddenly aware

unspoken, something that lingered long after his

his eyes narrowing as he watched me closely, a teasing

my

room feels

his gaze, suddenly conscious of his stare, and leaned back

relax.

unmistakable scent of his cologne, lingering

and there he was–Caden’s face mere inches from mine. His sharp features filled my vision, and I froze.

I stammered, “Why are you so close?”

him away, but before I could, his grip seized my wrist, strong and

sure.

playful. “So,

momentarily at a loss

he supposed to

be thinking

spike. Was he running a fever–or was it