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 maintainposure while inwardly


    grappling with the whirlwind of emotions.


    He looked at me with a certain earnestness, a re 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


    rpse. Donald implored with his words resonating with a sincerity that transcended ourplicated


    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, aplex tapestry of emotions.


    unfolded. The past was a specter, and the present was an unwee reunion.


    “So, the great Alpha Carlyle needs my help, I remarked, a wry smile ying on my lips. The room. held


    an ufortable 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 calction of my own.


    As we ventured into Carlyle’s quarters, the sight that awaited me was unexpected.


    Aside Carlyleying on the bed, Masonid opposite him there, visibly unwell too. Shock momentarily


    eclipsed my poised demeanor. The scenario defied my calctions, unraveling ayer ofplexity 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 fa?ade of indifference. The room, now charged with uncertainty, held the promise


    of unpredictable turns in the intricate game we found ourselves ying.


    As I navigated through the intricate threads of mymunication 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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    “So, this twist of fate is not Rex’s doing,” I mused, a sly smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The


    unexpected illness that had befallen both Carlyle and Mason presented an opportunity that I hadn’t


    anticipated.


    The goddess, it seemed, had chosen this moment to cast her favor upon me. My brother, oblivious to


    the unfolding drama, remained a distant figure in my carefully woven ns. As the pieces fell into


    ce, I found sce in the belief that destiny was, indeed, ying a hand in orchestrating the reunion I


    had long envisioned.


    Before I began to care for Carlyle, I made sure everyone excused us.


    “Why is that?” Donald was taken aback.


    “It’s fir hus own good. Am I the one being sick here?” I asked in return.


    “No, Raina. That’s not the answer I want. Thest time I checked, you didn’t order anyone out when he


    was critically ill. Why then will you do that when all you’re going to expend is just little effort.”


    “Are you questioning my ability? I guess you shoulde find me when your done oveing your


    trust issues. If you don’t trust me with his health, whye for me in the first ce?” I fired at him,


    walking out of the room in a feigned anger.


    “You obviously know I don’t mean that As you can see, I’m not the only one here. The healers, Mason’s


    nanny, and the guards are surrounded here. ording to the pack traditions, you don’t expect me to


    send them out just because you want to take care of the Alpha. Not at thus time when our security is


    strongly distabilized.” Donald held me back, stopping me from leaving.


    “But


    you did that the first time you sought my help. Why not do it again? I definitely won’t take long. to do


    what I want to do.” I insisted persuasively. This time, in a low tone.


    “Beta Donald, 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.


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


    “Time is running out, Donald. Make a choice; Raina voiced, distracting me from the realm of deep


    thoughts which I found myself.


    He stared deeply into my eyes, probably trying to find an assurance, no matter how small that Carlyle


    would be safe in my hands.


    “You don’t have to worry, Beta. You all can stay around. I surely can’t escape here without passing


    through that entrance. You have your way of holding me captive right? Then, there’s nothing to fear


    since you can always hold me responsible.” I said and he heaved a sigh.


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


    hands.


    As soon as they were all outside, I smirked to myself. One step away from my ns. This time, I was


    fully prepared to achieve my aims of getting attached to Carlyle in a way he wouldn’t have a choice but


    to acknowledge me.


    Thinking about it, I really don’t get where I got the idea of going down with him from. All I knew was that


    I wanted toe 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 wasying on


    the bed, almost lifelessly.


    I felt the presence of a third party but soon ignored il as soon as time was running out and I didn’t want


    my ns to fail.


    Moving closer to Carlyle. I positioned myself well, brought out the Lupicure essence 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 is very potent in


    curing different type of poisons and it can take any form and shape depending on how and what it’s


    been used for.


    Unlike other materials in our pack, it can only be activated by someone from my pack as long as he’s


    royalty rted.


    Setting the Lupicure essence in the way it should be. I bit my index finger, dropping it on it as required


    for the purpose I intend using it. As nned. I would treat Carlyle just like Donald wanted me to but I


    would also use it as an hypnotic. Then. I’ll proceed with making Carlyle do my bidding.


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


    an unforeseen disruption echoed through the room.


    Mason suddenly began exhibiting scary and rming symptoms. The atmosphere then changed from


    calcted maniption to chaotic urgency.


    Carlyle who was still in the delicate bnce between consciousness and slumber. became the


    unwitting audience to the unfolding drama, or so I thought. Caught off guard by Mason’s unexpected


    symptoms, I scrambled to assess the situation, trying to see if it’s something I can take care of without


    rming anyone.


    Suddenly, his eyes flicked open, glowing the with the brightest of light that I’ve ever seen. It felt like his


    eyeballs became a source of light as the increased brightness illuminated the whole room.


    “Something is wrong with Mason!” I eximed, myposed demeanor crumbling in the face of the


    unforeseen.


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    Carlyle, stirred by the urgency in my voice, began to regain consciousness. An unexpected miracle!


    What was going on? How did a critically ill werewolf, almost dead, gain consciousness all of a sudden?


    Quickly. I hid the Lupicure essence as I didn’t know what next to do. By now, everyone had rushed in,


    the healers, the maids and guards, including Donald whose gaze shifted between my disheveled state


    and Mason’s distressed condition. As awareness settled in, he demanded answers.


    “What happened here?” He questioned, boiling with rage,


    “What did you do to my son?” Carlyle’s voice cut through the air sharply.


    Realizing the precariousness of the situation, I attempted to salvage control. “I–I didn’t do anything He


    just… he just started showing these symptoms!”


    The room buzzed with tension as Carlyle, fueled by paternal concern, took charge.


    “Do something about it. Now!” hemanded the healers, the urgency in his voice cutting through


    the uncertainty.


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