Kael’s POV
"We need to treat his wound again. It opened up," Liam said and instructed the nurse to prepare for it. He looked back at Jason. "Instead of resting after your wound was treated, you were running here and there with to treat your people. Why are you acting like a doctor after so many years?"
Jason remained calm, as if he had done nothing wrong. "So are seriously injured..."
"We have enough doctors for that job," Liam countered. The nurse had brought everything.
As Liam started to treat and stitch his wound again, he said, "Due to the anesthesia, you didn’t realise the pain that a silver bullet and poison can cause. I hope you feel it now."
Despite his efforts, Jason couldn’t control his pained expression. He simply turned his face away to hide it from us.
"You were barely saved, so you better cherish it," Liam told him as he soon finished treating his wound and then looked at . "Make sure he rests."
I humd, and Liam went to check on Roman again. He checked his wristwatch and told Eira, "He will wake up in an hour or so," and then left.
I stood by the bedside, staring at Jason until he finally gave up and looked at . I wasn’t going soft on him.
"You are not getting out of this bed unless you are heading to the bathroom or sitting to eat," I declared with a tone of finality.
Jason nodded lightly and closed his eyes.
Lucian patted Jason’s shoulder gently and returned to sit on the couch.
I glanced at the glass wall, making sure Raven was busy, and then talked to my brothers to get the information.
"It was one of the bastards his mother had birthed," Lucian said in a hateful tone. "That bitch had given birth to so loyal snakes."
Roman’s mother had birthed a few sons to various rich Alphas. They were literally Roman’s step-siblings, but he had nothing to do with any of them.
This one bastard was trying to avenge his mother by killing Roman. We hadn’t expected it, and it was a mistake on our side.
"The bastard was the son of that Alpha the bitch was staying with, and he was even spending on her treatnt," Lucian added, offering more information.
"Our guy killed that bastard," Rafe said. "That was a lovely view when Roman’s wolf tore him apart."
I heard everything and ordered, "Get the details of every bastard that bitch had birthed and arrange for all of them to et at once, along with their fathers."
Lucian stood up. "I get it," and turned to leave. Rafe followed him as well.
"Be careful of your injuries," I warned before they left.
I couldn’t let anyone trample on my family. It was ti to set an example for those bastards.
I offered water to Eira before going back to Raven. Eira wanted to stay with Roman, while I couldn’t leave Raven alone for long.
I made sure he ate well, and he soon fell asleep in my arms.
As per Liam’s guess, Roman finally stirred in his sleep. I watched but didn’t go to him.
Eira was holding his hand, waiting for him to wake up entirely. She didn’t budge from her place even for a mont.
It made realise she truly loved Roman. Though bitter, I could only accept it with a big heart and wait for the day she would love the sa way. I didn’t wish to disturb their mont.
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It felt all dark, blurry, and painful, but then I heard the familiar sweet voice. "Roman."
It was like it pulled out of that darkness, and I could finally feel alive. She was there, sitting by my side, her eyes moist, a light smile on her lips.
"Eira." I just wanted to say her na, the na that echoed in my mind when I thought it was the last mont of my life. But surprisingly, it wasn’t.
I returned, because my ti with her wasn’t up yet.
I controlled the grunt that was about to leave my mouth due to the pain. I didn’t want her to worry.
Tears rolled down her eyes as I looked at her, her hand gripping mine tighter.
"Did I worry you?" I asked.
She nodded quickly, unable to say a word.
"I am sorry."
She shook her head. "I am glad you are fine."
I let her deal with her emotions.
I ended up coughing a little, and she quickly got water for , as if I would choke if I coughed for longer. I could see her worry for . I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, panicked just because I coughed.
I had a few sips and assured her, "Just my throat feels dry. It’s nothing."
She sat back and looked at my chest. Her hand wanted to touch it, but she stopped in fear of hurting .
I held her hand and placed it on my bandaged chest, over my heart. "My heart is beating just fine. No need to worry."
She nodded lightly in understanding and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"A lot," I said, my expressions pained. "It’s really painful."
Her expression turned worried, ready to get up. "I’ll call Liam—"
But I pulled her back by holding her hand, making her lean toward , sitting at the edge of the bed.
"You can treat it," I told her.
Her expression turned confused as she t my gaze.
My free hand moved to caress her cheek while I pulled her closer. "You are the dicine," my voice was low and suggestive.
She swallowed, her gaze trembling between my eyes and lips. She got the aning.
I lifted my head a little and pecked her lips gently, then lay back again, holding her face closer. "Maybe more will help."
She finally moved and gently pecked my lips.
"Not enough," I whispered against her lips.
She finally kissed , gently capturing my lips with hers with a little hesitation, her eyes closed.
Despite being hurt, my hunger for her was still the sa.
My hand at the back of her head pressed her closer as I deepened the kiss, my tongue sought for hers, tasting it to my hearts content, my teeth biting and nibbling her lips without any care.
It felt like an eternity since I had even touched her. My heart felt empty without her.
The door of the room opened. My gaze moved to it and I watched Lucian and Rafe enter.
Eira was about to pull back, but I held her in place and whispered against her swollen, moist lips, "Just focus on ."
And we resud the kiss.
As I glanced at them, Lucian and Rafe quietly went to the other room to see Kael, who was already aware of what his mate was doing.
Even Jason was awake, I knew, but he decided to play dead on the other bed.
I didn’t care. I just wanted her, to feel her. I was sure my brothers didn’t mind either.
When she was breathless, I finally let her go, her cold breath lingering on my heated skin.
"Only if I wasn’t hurt," my voice hoarse and needy as I said it, looking straight into her eyes.
She didn’t look reluctant and whispered softly, "First get better."
I humd and finally let her go.
She looked around the room and was relieved that no one was looking at us. She wasn’t used to others’ presence yet.
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