Chapter 221 The Question at Midnight


    Third Person POV


    Satia opened her mouth, hesitating. “My strength isn’t enough…”


    “Where isn’t it enough?” Aubrey pressed.


    “I…” Satia’s voice grew weaker, more uncertain. “I’m still too young…”


    “Sorry, let me ask you this–how old was your father when he awakened his alpha wolf spirit?” Aubrey suddenly interrupted.


    The question caught Satia off guard. She blinked, stunned, before answering, “…Sixteen.”


    “I see.” Aubrey nodded, then asked again, “And back then, did your uncles oppose him bing alpha?”


    Satia thought for a moment, her expression shifting. “…No.”


    “Oh? Why not? Sixteen is even younger than you are now, isn’t it?” Aubrey smiled. Her ice–blue eyes glimmered like moonlight, cutting through the fog of Satia’s doubts and pulling her deep into thought.


    Aubrey didn’t press further. Instead, she slowly rose, slipped off her jacket, and draped it over Satia’s shoulders before quietly leaving. Some things had to be realized on one’s own.


    When Aubrey returned to the room, Henry was still awake, waiting for her. Looking at him, she said softly, “That girl… she doesn’t have it easy. Can you help her?”


    “Mm.” Henry nodded without question.


    Later, long after Aubrey had fallen into peaceful sleep, Henry still couldn’t rest. The Kajit virus gnawed at his body, keeping him in constant pain. He rose and retrieved a syringe from the medical kit Aubrey had prepared.


    Chapter 231 The Question at Midnight


    8 Peal


    It was hertest strong inhibitor–one dose couldst a full day, suppressing contagion and casing the pain. But the side effects were severe,


    It ate away at a wolf’s willpower, leaving him dangerously vtile, especially in the first two hours after injection. That was why he always chose to endure this fragile state alone, deep in the night.


    Sitting in darkness, Henry’s sharp hearing caught the sound of Aubrey’s steady breathing from the next room. Calm, even, content. She was fast asleep.


    Listening for a while, he rose quietly and walked over, leaning against her doorframe, gazing at her sleeping face.


    The scent of flowers drifted through the window. His restlessness eased little by little.


    Aubrey had already tied her fate to his, inseparably. But if he died in the end, his father would never protect her the way he did. She would be left in a perilous position.


    That was why he had agreed to Loch’s proposal–supporting Satia as the me Pack heir. If he were gone, perhaps Satia would remember this favor and help Aubrey.


    But it wasn’t enough.


    Before he left this world, he needed to secure even more protectors for her.


    Drawn to her side, Henry leaned down. His fingers brushed gently across her cheek, his dark violet eyes glimmering like the night itself.


    Suddenly, Aubrey’s eyes snapped open.


    In an instant, the haziness vanished, reced by razor–sharp rity. A terrifying aura of power red from her–alpha–level killing intent, flooding the room.


    But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.


    Sat, 6 Sept.


    Chapter 221 The Question at Midnight


    Aubrey frowned at him. “What are you doing? Standing guard over me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”


    Henry didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t sure if it had been an illusion, but just now, he had felt alpha–level force radiating from her.


    Impossible. She was only an omega–an omega without even a wolf spirit..


    It had to be his imagination. Perhaps his desperate wish for her to be strong enough to protect herself had tricked his senses.


    He let out a quiet sigh. Still, the thought lingered: if only Aubrey were an alpha wolf, he wouldn’t have to worry so much about her future.


    But there was no “if.” An omega without a wolf could never be an alpha.


    Even so, he would always protect her.


    Henry pressed his lips together. A storm of emotions churned in his chest, and he couldn’t hold back the question that had long weighed on his heart.


    “Aubrey… what am I to you?”


    Why did she risk everything for him? Why had she epted the role of his sister without hesitation?


    Did she love him? It didn’t feel like it.


    Did she not love him? That didn’t feel right either.


    Henry truly couldn’t understand.


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