<h4>Chapter 470: 470-Time To Make Her Mine</h4>


    <strong>Yorick:</strong>


    "What are you going to do now?" my wolf asked anxiously.


    "I can either be a hero and lose her, or I can have her as a reward for being a good guy for so long," I replied to my wolf, feeling heat rush from my heart to my head.


    "What do you think I should do?" I asked my wolf in return.


    "I love Clementine. I love our mate a lot. And if it were in my hands, I would have happily epted the deal where she bes ours. But the problem is that it is not that simple," my wolf told me, making me lower my hand from the doorknob.


    "The problem is that even when she bes ours, there are people who will suspect something went wrong. Ian woulde looking for her, and when he sees her falling for you so desperately, he will question it. So will Haiden and Troy," my wolf remarked.


    His voice started to fade, as if he was deep in thought.


    "What if they find a cure for whatever happened to her?" my wolf questioned, his words cutting off as I began to shake my head.


    "What do you mean by cure?" I challenged him instantly. "A cure is for illness or sickness. Loving me would not be her sickness."


    "But the truth is that she will be sick from the injection," my wolf corrected me.


    "So what are you trying to say?" I demanded. "I should forget about her? I should get her a pregnancy test and watch her live happily with Ian?" I grunted at him.


    "I am not saying that," my wolf replied softly. "I am just saying that you should be prepared for whatever consequencese from your actions."


    I turned my back to the wall next to the door and slid down against it.


    The thing is, all my life, I have waited for a moment when I would get a reward for being a good son, a good brother, a good person.


    "I have had moments when I wanted my parents’ attention. When I wanted them to care for me, but they never did. They were too focused on my brother Charles. So much so that I could not even tell them when I found my fated mate." My voice came out barely above a whisper.


    "You have no idea what I have been through," I added, then paused as my wolf groaned inside me.


    "If there is anyone who knows what you have been through, it is me," he replied.


    He was right.


    "I know it is wrong what I am doing, but it is for the right reasons. I think I will be able to take care of Clementine better than anybody else," I uttered steadily, pulling out the injection and holding it in my hand.


    "You are not wrong. Ian also hid the truth from her and lied to her for so long," my wolf remarked. "In the end, she finally forgave him. But in our case, she would not even acknowledge that we did anything wrong. We will just have her, and that will be it."


    My wolf finally agreed with me, and I gently put the injection back into my pocket as I got up from the floor.


    It was time for me to finally do the right thing.


    After much anticipation, I realized that I could not live without my mate.


    "Now let us not think too much and just do it," my wolf urged me.


    I knew he wanted to be with Clementine just as desperately as I did. The fine line between right and wrong was blurred.


    But the entire world was unfair. There were monsters, and things were crazy.


    Why did I have to be the good one who always did the right thing? I had done the right thing my whole life, but the minute I was used of such a nonsensical crime, nobody believed me.


    Even when Clementine did, it only proved that she was the only one for me.


    The moment I opened the door, I noticed that Clementine had finished her food and set the tray on the side table. I could tell she had not been able to move yet.


    "Hey," I greeted her, stepping inside.


    She straightened her back and smiled at me.


    "Did you bring the test?" she asked almost instantly.


    She had to remind me once again that she had been sexually active with Ian.


    "I spoke to my mother, and she said there would be no need. When you arrived, she checked you, and she said she did not see any signs of pregnancy," I exined, sitting down on the bed with her. I noticed a frown immediately form on her forehead.


    "Yorick, your mother is a doctor, I understand, but she cannot just determine this by looking at me while I was asleep," Clementine argued, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked soft and gentle, even when she was ready for an argument.


    "Come on, Clementine. A doctor can figure it out. She did a checkup on you," I replied, avoiding her eyes as I pretended to fix my sleeves.


    "Well then, just for my ownfort, can you please get me a test?" Clementine asked, her tone changing as she spoke sweetly this time.


    When I lifted my head, I watched her stare back at me with her big eyes. There was hope in them, and it nearly killed me.


    "Please," she repeated. I was reminded of the days whenever I needed help and she was there for me.


    Seeing her so miserable that she needed to urge me to get her a test made me feel a little guilty. This was the best crusader in front of me, and she couldn’t even stand on her feet.


    I started to roll my sleeves anxiously.


    "Sure, but first I need to get medicine," I added as I got up from the bed and stood beside her.


    "Wait, what medicine?" she questioned, pulling herself away from me to look at me.