<h4>Chapter 129: Chapter 129 The Cause Of The Fever?</h4>


    Omegas, having weaker constitutions than other wolves, were more susceptible to sickness, and since the servant poption was thergest in the pce grounds, it was a logical ce to start.


    They also nned to monitor the noble households and the general residents, such as shopkeepers and city dwellers. Fortunately, there were no slums in the werewolf kingdom, especially not in the Capital. Unlike human cities that sometimes suffer from mismanaged economies and extreme poverty, werewolves thrived as a unified race.


    They rose and fell as a pack. Even though nobles held status and power, they were still bound by duty to the rest of the pack. The less privileged, particrly the omegas serving noble houses or the Royal Family, were still given proper food, shelter, and care. It was a social order rooted in strength and unity, not division.


    Now, Addison could only hope this was a false rm. When the Alpha King learned that the gue might have reached the capital, a wave of regret hit him—perhaps he had made the wrong call by summoning all the Alphas, even those stationed near the northern front.


    At present, the only Alphas who hadn’te were the Alpha of the South and the Alpha of the West—both severely affected by drought and a locust infestation—and Alpha Damon, who was guarding the demon realm’s gate while purging corrupted monsters in the north, even as his own territory battled the outbreak.


    By now, the Royal Doctor and his disciples should have reached the northern region. But with manpower stretched thin at the capital, the Alpha King could only resolve to summon the leaders of all territories. For those Alphas unable to attend, he allowed their representatives—mostly their Betas—to stand in their ce.


    The Alpha King cast an apologetic nce at his daughter, guilt weighing heavily on him for even suggesting such a drastic course of action. But Addison shook her head. Even if her father hadn’t called for a territory-wide conference, the gue still could have reached the Royal Capital—whether through animals, wandering merchants, traveling gypsies, or even vermin. And if things took a turn for the worse, they might not even be able to identify the carrier.


    If this turned out to be a false rm, then at least they would have time to prepare for the worst. But if it wasn’t, then early action could save countless lives before the situation grew dire.


    Addison looked down at her twins, their peaceful faces somehow making the lump in her throat harder to swallow. Maybe it was a mother’s instinct to overreact when danger threatened her children, but panic would only slow her down. She had to stay calm—for their sake.


    Still, waiting was eating away at her nerves.


    <strong>Knock... knock... knock...</strong>


    After three steady knocks on the door, the Alpha King responded, "Come in." The door creaked open, revealing three doctors apanied by a few nurses pushing a cart filled with medical instruments, herbs, and medicine.


    Addison and the others stepped aside, making room for the medical team. She silently prayed to the Moon Goddess to protect her sons and shield them from harm.


    The twins were visibly unwell—sweat beading on their foreheads, their breathingbored, and their faces flushed a deep red. The sight caused a flicker of concern to pass through the doctors’ expressions.


    Without dy, a nurse took out mercury-based thermometers, cleaned them with alcohol, and gently ced them under Kyle and Aiden’s armpits.


    "When did the fever start?" asked the lead doctor, ncing between the twins. "Did they engage in any strenuous activity recently?" His colleagues continued their examination with growing urgency.


    Addison stepped forward and answered, her voiceced with concern. "As far as I know, my sons didn’t have any fever from morning until dinner. Even during the meal, they were fine—eating happily,ughing..." She paused, trying to recall anything she might have missed, any small sign she had overlooked.


    But there had been none.


    The twins had shown no symptoms, no drop in energy, no loss of appetite. Everything had seemed normal—until it wasn’t. Their sudden illness had taken herpletely by surprise.


    "It all happened so suddenly," Addison continued, her brows furrowing. "Kyle and Aiden aren’t sickly children. They’ve always been healthy—and they carry the blessing of Saintess S."


    That final fact weighed heavily in the room. The blessing wasn’t just symbolic—it offered protection against curses, physical harm, and even diseases. After Addison herself had been cursed with no clear source, Saintess S had blessed her children personally, ensuring their safety while Addison remained unaware of her enemy, and also to give her peace of mind.


    That’s why Addison panicked. The Saintess’s blessing is powerful enough to shield even an adult from sickness or sudden death. For something to get past that... it shouldn’t be possible and doesn’t make sense.


    "Do they have any allergies? To food, flowers, or anything else?" the doctor asked again, pulling Addison from her thoughts. "It could be an allergic reaction—some of the symptoms point to that. And as you mentioned, they suddenly fell ill right after eating. It’s possible they have an unknown allergy to one of the ingredients used in the dinner."


    Hearing this, Addison turned to her father, and the Alpha King immediately gave instructions to the kitchen staff and chef topile a list of all the ingredients used in the meal, including everything the twins had consumed earlier.


    "For now, what we can observe is that the boys have a fever of 40 degrees Celsius," the doctor said, jotting down notes on the paper in his hands. "That’s dangerously high—it could cause brain damage, possibly even lead to cognitive impairment, especially since they haven’t awakened their wolves yet."


    He paused, then added, "We need to take a blood sample for further testing."


    One of the doctors gently pressed on Kyle’s abdomen, checking for any reaction. When Kyle didn’t flinch, it suggested the issue wasn’t in his stomach. The doctor then opened Kyle’s closed eye and shone a shlight into it, checking his pupils. Afterward, he inspected Kyle’s mouth for any swelling in the throat or inmmation in the tonsils. They also examined his teeth, but everything appeared normal. The same went for his ears—no sign of infection or irritation.


    The other doctor did the same checks on Aiden.


    In the end, they couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause of the fever.


    <i>Knock... knock... knock...</i>


    Another knock sounded, and the Royal Beta entered, holding the list of ingredients the kitchen had used in preparing the children’s meals. One of the doctors—still scribbling notes—stepped forward, took the list, and quickly left to begin the necessary testing.


    Meanwhile, the two remaining doctors administered fever-reducing medication to Aiden and Kyle. After a moment, they exchanged a nce and shook their heads. Despite thoroughly examining the boys and running all the tests they could on-site, they still couldn’t determine the root cause of the illness. There were no obvious signs or symptoms that they could trace back to a clear diagnosis.


    Allergies remained their only lead.


    Given how young the boys were, performing a skin prick test felt too cruel. Thankfully, since they already had blood samples, they decided to use those for allergy testing instead.