The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Laura's POV:

After leaving Rufus' palace, I went to Ethan's.

The doctor already knew about the source of the poison. Additionally, thanks to Sylvia, he was able to develop the antidote and had administered it to Ethan.

I sat on the edge of the bed and gently dabbed Ethan's chapped lips with a wet cloth. He looked much better than before, and there was a little color in his cheeks. His breathing had also steadied. I guessed that he would wake up soon.

The doctor came in with a clipboard in his hand. He glanced at the people around me hesitantly. Knowing what he meant, I ordered everyone except the doctor to leave the room.

"Well, how is the king? Is it anything serious?" Once we were alone in the room, I motioned the doctor to sit down and took the clipboard from him to read the report. There was a chart on it.

The doctor's expression darkened. "The health of the lycan king is getting worse and worse. Moreover, Alpha Leonard's death already crippled his mental state, so the poison was the last straw that broke the camel's back."

live. However, the old wounds caused by the war had slowly eaten away at him. In addition, he carried the burden of running our nation, so he was very tired all the time. Ethan's energy was constantly being drained every day. The palace doctors had tried their best to take good care of Ethan. It took them so much effort to keep him healthy, and their hard work paid off for a while,

Damn it, Noreen!

wanted to

took a few deep breaths and then asked, "So is there any way he can get better? He

The empire has the most advanced medical technology," I said in disbelief, narrowing my

administer the antidote, his body had already been damaged beyond repair. I'm afraid his days are now numbered." The doctor sighed helplessly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

pulled a long face and asked through gritted teeth, "How long

to say something but stopped on a second thought. "At most... Five years

"Five years?!"

my lungs. Although Ethan did disappoint me when we were young, after so many years, my resentment towards him had already dissipated. I wished that he could live the rest of his days happily

wasn't only the backbone of the empire, but of my life.

treatment..." The doctor tried to comfort me, as though he couldn't bear to see

at most five years if the treatment worked. I, on