The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

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Chapter 294

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The moment Kane stepped into the bedroom, his eyes were immediately drawn to what Selene was wearing his white shirt and black sweatpants.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, Seeing her in his clothes stirred something inside him. He moved to the bed, standing beside her, his gaze settling on her face. She looked a bit more refreshed, but as he reached out to check her forehead, his expression darkened. The fever hadn’t gone down.

After carefully wrapping a blanket around her, he stepped back and headed toward the bathroom. He needed to shower and change, sitting around in drenched clothes was not an option.

When he emerged, he was dressed in a black t–shirt and matching sweatpants, the casual outfit making him look younger than usual. As he dried his damp hair with a towel, he walked over to the bed, tossing the towel onto the couch before settling himself on the edge.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he reached out again to check her fever. Deciding she needed a warm compress, he was about to stand up when he noticed movement–her head shifting slightly. He hesitated, observing her closely,

Lifting his hand, he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her soft skin.

“How are you feeling?” His voice was low, almost tender.

sharp pain shot through her head, making her wince. It took a few attempts, but she finally managed to focus, blinking away the haze

cheek, easing the fever’s discomfort. But as her vision cleared and she recognized the man in front of her, a

awareness hit her.

pushed against his chest, trying to put distance

Her voice was hoarse, filled with confusion. “What are

blanket slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist, and an immediate chill ran through her body,

back, giving her space. “Take it easy.”

“Why are you here?” she repeated, her

Kane stopped her, catching her

you need

“Kane, let go.”

in no condition to leave right

flashed in her eyes. The fever was already making her miserable, and his presence was

“Let me go.”

“No.”

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