Betrays Love 223 Summary


    In Chapter 223 of “Betrays Love,” Kieran is engulfed by a profound fear as he cradles Sera, who lies unconscious in his arms. The relentless rain contrasts sharply with the intense heat radiating from her frail body, amplifying his panic. Moments earlier, Kieran had beenforting Sera, but now he is consumed by desperation, racing to find help as he grapples with the haunting possibility of losing her. His emotional turmoil is palpable as he pleads for her to hold on, feeling the weight of their past and the urgency of the present.


    Upon arriving at the Alpha residence, Kieran’s frantic cries for a healer echo through the halls. Gavin, his Beta, quickly mobilizes the guards to assist, but Kieran bypasses the infirmary, opting to take Sera directly to his bedroom. The sight of her small form on the bed fuels his helplessness, and he brushes her hair away, desperately urging her to wake up. The arrival of Fiona, a respected healer, brings a glimmer of hope, yet her grim assessment reveals that Sera’s condition is dire, driven by an internal force that cannot be easily remedied.


    Fiona suggests that a mate bond could stabilize Sera, but Kieran’s heart sinks at the realization that she is unmarked and unmated. As the healer prepares tonics that will only buy time, Kieran’s frustration boils over. He demands solitude, insisting that everyone leave the room so he can focus solely on Sera. Alone with her, he is filled with a mix of determination and dread, knowing he must act to cool her feverish body.


    Kieran carefully undresses Sera, his movements filled with guilt and sorrow as he prepares to immerse her in a cold bath. The shock of the icy water is overwhelming, yet he holds her tightly, whispering words of encouragement and love. As he positions her against him in the tub, he feels her fragile heartbeat and begs her to fight for her life. The chilling water contrasts with her heat, and Kieran’s desperation mounts as he clings to her, wishing for her to wake up and return to him. In this moment of vulnerability, he confronts the depth of his feelings, holding her tightly and praying for her recovery.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below


    **TITLE: Betrays Love 223**


    **Chapter 223: STAY WITH ME**


    **KIERAN’S POV**


    A bone-deep fear coursed through me, colder than the relentless rain thatshed against my skin as I cradled Sera in my arms. Each step I took felt like a reminder of her frailty, her body limp and unresponsive against my chest.


    Her head rested against me, swaying gently with the rhythm of my hurried pace, but the rest of her was disturbingly still. In stark contrast to the chill in the air, she radiated an unbearable heat, her fragile form appearing more vulnerable than I had ever seen her.


    I couldn’t shake the haunting thought: could she, even in her unconscious state, sense the frantic thumping of my heart? Panic surged through me like ice, freezing my veins in terror.


    No. Nononono.


    This—whatever nightmare had unfolded—should not be happening.


    Just moments ago, I had beenforting her, feeling the walls she had built around herself begin to crumble for the first time in what felt like an eternity. And now… now I was running, desperation fueling my every movement.


    “Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking under the weight of my fear, “just hold on.”


    The terror propelling me forward was unlike anything I had ever experienced, Ashar’s strength coursing through me like a raging inferno.


    Before I knew it, I stumbled onto the porch, kicking open the heavy front doors of the Alpha residence, water sttering across the pristine marble floor.


    “GAVIN!” I roared, my voice hoarse and raw. “GET ME A HEALER, NOW!”


    My Beta appeared in an instant, his eyes widening in shock as theynded on Sera’s unconscious form in my arms. We had been deep in a pack meeting when Margaret’s frantic call had pulled me away, her voiceced with an urgency that had sent me racing to find Sera.


    Gavin wasted no time with questions; he barked orders at the guards, who scrambled to respond to our emergency.


    I bypassed the guest rooms, ignored the infirmary in the annex, and instead headed straight to my own room.


    cing Sera on my bed felt profoundly wrong, especially since this was her first time here after a decade of marriage. But reason had fled the moment she had copsed into my arms.


    She looked so small on the expansive bed, and a sound—half a sob, half a growl—escaped my throat, fueled by helplessness and frustration.


    I brushed the wet strands of hair away from her face, my thumbs grazing her skin, which felt far too hot to touch. Heat radiated from her, as if she were a furnace burning from the inside out.


    “Sera?” My voice trembled. “Come on. Open your eyes.”


    Silence.


    “Sera, please,” I pleaded, tears mingling with the rainwater that dripped from my hair. “Wake up. I can’t lose you like this. I can’t lose you at all.”


    Still, there was nothing.


    I rested my forehead against hers, taking a shuddering breath, trying to ground myself.


    No. No. No.


    It couldn’t end like this. Not now. Not when I was just beginning to make amends for all the pain I had caused.


    Minutester, the healer arrived, moving with surprising speed despite her age, her silver hair neatly pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck.


    Fiona was one of the most respected healers in our pack, known not only for her skill but also for the calm she brought to every situation.


    Even in my turmoil, the tight grip of fear around my throat lessened slightly at her presence.


    Fiona nced at Sera lying unconscious on my bed, her expression softening with genuine concern.


    “Oh, child,” she murmured, her voice low and steady. “You’ve been through something terrible, haven’t you?”


    With gentle precision, she set her satchel down on the nightstand, her hands moving with a practiced grace.


    “Alpha,” she said, nodding respectfully, “please tell me everything you observed before she copsed.”


    I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “High fever. Sudden loss of consciousness. No visible wounds. She was in the rain for a long time before…”


    Fiona nodded, her face a mask of focus. “Good. Let me examine her.”


    As she stepped closer to Sera, a low growl erupted from my throat, surprising both of us.


    She adjusted her sses, studying me with a hint of caution. “May I touch her, Alpha?”


    I exhaled slowly, inhaling deeply, hoping the cool air would help calm the raging storm inside me. “Of course.”


    With a nod, she approached the bed, her fingers delicately pressing against Sera’s temples, then her throat, finally resting both palms over her sternum. A dull, pale glow seeped into her skin, flickering like a candle struggling against the wind.


    After several attempts, the glow extinguished entirely.


    Fiona’s expression darkened, and my heart sank.


    “What is it?” I demanded, my voice edged with urgency.


    “She’s burning up from the inside,” the healer murmured, echoing my worst fears. “A fever beyond natural origin.”


    My jaw clenched. “Spell? Curse? Poison?”


    She shook her head, her demeanor serious. “No. This is internal. Something has awakened—or snapped loose—and her body can’t regte it.”


    I swallowed hard, my gaze locked on Sera’s trembling eyelids.


    “What do we do?”


    Fiona hesitated, the weight of her silence suffocating.


    “Speak,” I growled, impatience creeping into my tone.


    Finally, she sighed. “In cases like this… a mate bond would stabilize her—share the pain, dampen the overload, allow healing through shared vitality.”


    My heart raced painfully in my chest. “And if she’s… unmated? Unmarked?”


    She offered a sympathetic shrug. “Then all you can do is cool her physically and hope her willpower carries her through.”


    I raked a hand through my damp hair, frustration boiling over. “Fuck,” I muttered. “There has to be something more we can do.”


    “I’m afraid there isn’t,” Fiona replied, her tone grave, as if delivering a death sentence. “I’ll prepare tonics. But understand, Alpha…” She hesitated, likely wary of my reaction. “Tonics won’t solve this. They’ll only buy time.”


    She cleared her throat and turned to Gavin, who had been standing in the doorway, silent and tense. “Get some ice and fill a bathtub. We need to…”


    I tuned out the chaos around me as movement erupted, the urgency fading into a blur as my focus narrowed solely on the woman lying in my bed, panic morphing into a numbing dread.


    Footsteps echoed, orders were barked, and the metallic scrape of a basin filled the air. I could hear Gavin instructing one of the guards, their hurried footsteps thundering toward my ensuite. Buckets sloshed, ice cracked against porcin, the sounds reverberating like distant thunder.


    But it all felt distant, as if I were sinking beneath the surface of a vast ocean.


    An eternityter, a handnded on my shoulder.


    “Kieran.” Gavin’s voice cut through the fog enveloping me.


    I blinked, jolting back to reality.


    “We need to move her into the bath,” he said gently.


    “No.” My voice was low and raw. “Not we. Everyone get out.”


    Gavin sighed, concern etched across his face. “Kieran, we should—”


    “Get. Out.”


    I didn’t take my eyes off Sera as more movement ensued, the door finally clicking shut behind us.


    I stood there, breathing heavily, my knuckles white as they gripped the sheets.


    Heat rolled off her in waves, filling the room sopletely that it felt like trying to breathe through a smothering veil.


    Then, as if driven by instinct, I sprang into action. I slipped an arm beneath her shoulders and another under her legs, lifting her carefully from the bed.


    Her head lolled against my shoulder, her breath shallow and hot against my skin. She whimpered softly, a sound so faint it nearly shattered me.


    “It’s okay,” I whispered into her hair, my voice trembling. “I’ve got you.”


    I carried her into the ensuite, brushing against the wall to turn on the warm, low lights.


    The massive sunken tub in the corner, filled with slush and shards of ice floating on the surface, loomed before me like a daunting challenge.


    I set Sera gently on the small chaise beside the vanity, propping her head with a rolled towel so she wouldn’t slump. She looked wrong here—ashen, vulnerable, stripped of her fire.


    I brushed a soaked strand of hair from her face, feeling the heat radiating from her skin beneath my palm.


    “I’m going to cool you down, sweetheart,” I murmured, knowing she probably couldn’t hear me, but needing to believe she could. I needed to believe she was still with me.


    I checked the water temperature with my hand.


    Freezing. Good.


    My fingers trembled as they moved to her clothes—not from desire, but from dread. I had never undressed her before, and this wasn’t how I had imagined our first moments of intimacy if we ever reconciled.


    “I’m sorry,” I whispered, guilt flooding my chest. “I’d never do this if there were another way.”


    With slow, deliberate movements, I peeled off her soaked clothes piece by piece—shirt, jeans, underwear now damp with sweat instead of rain. I folded each item carefully, setting them aside rather than letting them fall to the floor.


    Sera shivered, even as the cooler air washed over her, the contrast jarring against her feverish skin.


    I stripped off my own clothes next, fingers clumsy and cold as I hurried to join her. The room felt cavernous, too quiet, save for the harsh sound of my own breathing.


    Now, bare in my arms, I lifted Sera carefully, cradling her against me, and stepped into the tub.


    The shock of cold water hit me instantly—biting, punishing. It was the kind of chill that stole the breath from your lungs and made every nerve scream awake.


    My muscles locked, my lungs seizing, but I didn’t loosen my hold on her.


    I lowered her slowly into the water, keeping one arm behind her back and the other hooked beneath her thighs to keep her upright.


    Her skin steamed where it met the water, and she let out a soft sound of pain—barely audible, but real, alive.


    “I know, I know,” I whispered, pulling her closer, positioning her half onto my chest so her face remained above the surface. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just stay with me.”


    I sank fully into the tub with her, the cold slicing through me like knives. My body adjusted slowly, but Sera shook violently against me, her heat bleeding into the water so quickly it almost felt warm around her.


    Every instinct screamed to pull her out, to wrap her in nkets, to hide her away somewhere safe. But right now, warmth was the enemy.


    I pressed my temple against hers, water dripping from my hair onto her cheeks. “Come back, Sera,” I breathed, desperationcing my words. “Fight. You’ve fought through much worse.”


    Her eyshes fluttered, but she didn’t wake.


    I tightened my arms around her, drawing her fully against me, skin to skin, back to chest, her heartbeat faint but present. I could feel it—weak, erratic, but still fighting.


    “You don’t get to leave,” I whispered, my teeth chattering from the cold. “Not like this. Not now. Not when I finally—”


    The words caught in my throat.


    I swallowed them down, pressing my lips to her temple instead, my breath shaking under the weight of everything unsaid.


    “I’m here,” I murmured into her hair. “Open your eyes, please.”


    Her head fell against my shoulder once more, fragile and warm even in the icy water.


    I closed my eyes.


    And held her tighter.Conclusion


    As the cold water enveloped them, Kieran’s desperation morphed into a fierce resolve. He could feel Sera’s heartbeat, a fragile rhythm that tethered him to hope amidst the chaos of his emotions. The icy grip of fear had transformed into a burning determination; he was not going to let her slip away. The vulnerability he had witnessed in her was a stark reminder of the walls they had both built around their hearts, but now, cradled in the water, he understood that true strengthy in vulnerability. Kieran’s whispered promises hung in the air,den with unspoken words of love and regret, as he held her against him, urging her to fight, to return to him. Each moment spent in the tub was a testament to hismitment, a silent vow that he would not abandon her again.


    In that fragile space, where life and death danced on the edge, Kieran realized that the bonds they had forged were not merely chains of obligation but threads of connection that intertwined their fates. As he pressed his lips against her temple, he felt the weight of their past and the possibility of a future that could be rebuilt from the ashes of their mistakes. The icy water, though harsh, became a conduit for healing, a shared struggle that mirrored the tumultuous journey of their love. In that moment, he understood that love was not just about the joys shared in sunlight, but also about weathering the storms together. With Sera in his arms, he silently vowed to fight for her, to fight for them, and to emerge from this darkness into the light of a new beginning.What to Expect in Next Chapter?


    **What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**


    As the tension mounts in the aftermath of Sera’s copse, the next chapter promises to plunge deeper into the emotional turmoil that Kieran faces. With Sera’s life hanging in the bnce, Kieran must confront not only the immediate danger but also the ghosts of their shared past. Will the bond of their tumultuous rtionship be strong enough to withstand this trial? The stakes are higher than ever, and as Kieran fights against time to save the woman he loves, the revtions that emerge could change everything. Expect heart-wrenching moments of vulnerability as Kieran grapples with his regrets and fears, all while desperately seeking a way to stabilize Sera’s condition.


    Moreover, the arrival of unexpected allies and potential adversaries will addyers ofplexity to the already fraught situation. As Kieran navigates the challenges posed by the healer’s cryptic warnings and the urgency of the moment, he may discover hidden truths about Sera that could alter their fate forever. Will he uncover the source of her affliction, or will he be forced to confront the possibility of losing her once again? The tension between hope and despair will reach its zenith, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating how Kieran will rise to meet the challenges ahead. Prepare for a chapter filled with raw emotion, high stakes, and the relentless pursuit of love against all odds.


    Sara Lili


    Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.