Chapter 162
162 The Promise
Henry’s POV
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Of course I could. After so many rounds of treatment, I’d practically become a doctor myself. But seeing Aubrey’s reluctance, I shot Xavier a glance,
He only grinned. “No worries, I’ll give you the shot later.”
Then, with suspicious speed, he gathered the others and left.
These days, I never went anywhere without two guards at my side. except when Aubrey was present. Then, I needed no one else.
The virology experts praised her endlessly, calling her the one leading the charge to break the Kajit virus inside me.
There was still a long road ahead before it could be fully eradicated… but as long as she was here, there was hope.
Once the room was empty, a strange tension tightened in my chest. Aubrey was lounging against the sofa, the torn hem of her starry gown spilling across the floor like the Milky Way – yet she shone far brighter than the dress itself. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, painting her bare shoulder and neck in a soft, pearlescent glow.
She looked like a wounded mermaid, every curve a challenge to the gods themselves.
I admitted to myself – I was bewitched.
My fingers stiffened slightly, my breathing grew uneven. I was almost trembling as I continued applying the ointment to her wound.
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I was holding myself back from marking her, from letting the flood of feeling in my chest crash through all the walls I’d built.
I wanted to claim her openly, not as a brother arranging her future, blessing her from a distance.
But I was the least qualified man to speak those words death had no right to make her promises.
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an alpha who couldn’t even control his own life or
Aubrey’s POV
The room was so quiet I could hear the ointment melting into my skin. The unnatural silence pushed me to speak. “I almost forgot to ask … you’re okay today?”
Alpha Henry’s voice, here in the stillness, carried the faintest husky edge.
“I’m fine. I didn’t eat or drink anything, and no one noticed anything unusual.”
I nodded, relieved, but worried he might find this constant restraint suffocating. A patient’s mood mattered, after all. “You don’t have to hold yourself back too much.”
His hand paused mid–motion.
After a beat, he said, “So you noticed I’ve been holding back?”
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162 The Promise
I froze for a second – I hadn’t expected my casual reassurance to hit him so directly.
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As his attending physician, I pressed on gently. “Alpha, I know what it’s like to be isolated. You’re confined to the old house, only seeing the same few faces, constantly worrying about your illness… of course it’s easy to feel trapped, even miserable. But that kind of mindset isn’t good for our treatment. I know it sounds harsh, but you have to keep your spirits up and stay positive.”
I glanced over my shoulder quickly and caught an odd flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
Did I miss the point of what he needed to hear?
“It’s fine,” he said, continuing with the ointment. “With you all here – to bear.”
especially you I don’t find it hard
The words sounded light, but something in the
felt different.
And even though this was just him tending my wound, there was a pressure in the air I couldn’t quite name. Still, I couldn’t pull away – if I did, he might think I feared him like everyone else, and that wouldn’t help his recovery.
So I softened my tone again.
“Don’t worry. You’re not going to die.”
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The memory of my last life -years of torment from the Lupine virus, and dying indirectly because of it — made my voice gentler still.
“I’ll cure you. You won’t die.”