Chapter 601: Good Dream

"You should rest your mind, Alpha," the healer told Asher as he kept lifting his head, trying to catch snippets of Roman and Irene’s hushed argument by the doorway.

But Asher was stubborn. Call it instinct, but something was going on. More than once, he caught Roman peering at him, as if trying to ensure he wasn’t listening in. That only made Asher more determined.

He pushed his senses outward, calling on his wolf, straining to tune in when — smack!

The healer’s palm landed hard on his stomach, right above the wound. Pain shot through him, and Asher hissed through his teeth.

"I said rest yourself." The woman fixed him with a disapproving glare, the kind reserved for children caught misbehaving.

"How dare you!" Asher snarled back, his slitted eyes flashing with anger. "I am your Alpha!"

But the older woman was not moved one bit. If anything, she pressed the medicine deeper into the wound.

The arrogance of the boy. Threatening her just because he was now Alpha. He had been in diapers when she was already at the peak of her craft. Tsk. Children these days.

"Yes, there. The medicine is doing its work," she said calmly, as if he hadn’t threatened her at all.

At that, Asher gritted his teeth. He could only endure her rough hands and blame his own cursed luck. Nonetheless, he had to find out what was going on.

He asked her, "What are they talking about?"

"None of your business, young Alpha. You’ve fought your battle and won. You can’t carry the world’s problems on your shoulder. Now let the others share a part of that burden."

Asher groaned, rubbing his temple. He knew it. Something was going on, and they were hiding it from him. He could hear from the woman’s dismissive words.

"You should rest." The healer told him with a tone of finality.

"I can’t rest," Asher said, almost pleading. "Just tell me."

"Don’t worry, you will." The healer said with confidence. "There’s a sleeping draught mixed into the poultice. You don’t have to worry yourself."

"What?"

Asher then that the warmth crawling through his body was the drug already doing its

my life,"

before the fog could claim him fully, he asked quickly, "Did anyone die?" That had been his first fear. It was the only reason they would keep him in

of her lifeless made his chest seize. But if anything had happened to Violet, Roman would have felt the searing pain through the bond. That gave him hope,

"At least not anyone of importance to you. Now sleep, Alpha Asher. You

him, loosening the tension in his chest. "Thank you,"

him. He closed his eyes and let the effect of the drug drag him

the drug dragged him under was Violet. Which was why waking to

dream, right? Because there’s no way you’d plan a surprise trip back to the West pack, and Roman of all people would leave you with

lips curved into a knowing smile. "Roman would be so delighted

that escaped his lips. But the laughter died quickly as it dawned on him. "Wait." His tone dipped dangerously. "Didn’t I

instead she

Though he was still mad—damn her for risking herself like

her face, and kissed her hard. It was a silent confession

his while

of worry. "Are you okay? Tell me." His breathtaking slitted eyes

at him. "Didn’t

himself up on his elbows. "What? So this is what they didn’t want to tell me?" He looked genuinely furious, his chest rising with shallow, angry

here. Griffin gave me the news." She flashed him a teasing grin. "Or rather, should I call you

but it still gnawed at him that Roman, Irene and the others had hidden something this serious from

might have eliminated Dominic, but there are still others who’d strike the second they sniff weakness. You need to solidify your position before making

fast as possible, and when I’m done..." His eyes locked with

held

more dreamwalking,"

said with

His hand shot out, tugging her closer, his grin wicked. "Since the mistake’s

into the bed, his weight pinning her

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