Chapter 93


    Minutes went by, and Julian stayed in the same state, face down on the cold, hard ground. Fiona didn’t


    know what kept her standing there. She told herself over and over that he was the Lycan king and


    there was nothing these men could do to him that would hurt him, but she couldn’t leave. Deep within


    her, she knew something was wrong, and she couldn’t ignore it or ignore him.


    Abandoning her anger for a moment, she ran over to him and lifted him into her hands. He was


    unconscious, and it left her confused and worried at the same time.


    “Julian. Wake up. Wake up and quit ying now!” She called to him, but she could barely hear his


    heartbeat.


    He wasn’t ying. The men she had sent on him had hurt him badly. She felt a cold substance on his


    clothes, and she knew it was blood. His blood or theirs? She couldn’t find the answer to that, so she


    searched with her hands.


    They wandered on his chest, which had suffered a few cuts, and then down his rib side. Her breathing


    grew rigid; he had been stabbed multiple times.


    She swallowed hard; he should be healing.


    Why wasn’t he healing? What was going on?


    She needed to do something.


    What could she do? She almost asked before realising she was a silver-furred wolf for a reason. She


    had healing abilities, and she could heal him. She ced her hand on his chest area and tried to focus


    while her heart beat away like a man on the run.


    Nothing happened. She wasn’t surprised. Her mind was a mess, and she could never heal anyone


    when she was like this.


    Focus Fiona.


    She took a deep breath and ced her hands on his chest. She felt his life force, and it had grown so


    thin that her heart broke in her chest. She tried to focus again, but so much had happened around her


    that she couldn’t push it to the side.


    “I’m sorry.” She mumbled, still unable to hear him, and her eyes grew ssy.


    She needed to get him out of here. Out of this environment to a calmer, quieter ce. Somewhere,


    trouble wouldn’t lurk when she wouldn’t have to worry about enemiesing in and attacking them.


    “Do not die on me, Julian; do you hear me? Do not die on me, or I will never forgive


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    you.” She rose to her feet.


    She didn’t want to rely on her Lycan abilities, but that was what she had to do. If she wanted to get


    Julian to her home, she would be able to help him.


    She arrived home in under two minutes, and Julian was on her shoulder. She moved him over to the


    couch in the living room andid him there. Then she pulled off his blood-soaked shirt and kept it on


    the side of the couch. He still bled from the stab wound, which was strange. Whatever was happening,


    she needed to make sure he was stable first before finding out.


    She ced her hands on him once more, and unlike before, she felt a warmth in her hands as she


    ced them on him. Secondster, his bleeding stopped, and his first wound healed up. And then the


    second, the third, and then the cut on his shoulder. She watched it all happen.


    Tuje


    Sinceing to the world of the living, she hasn’t used her abilities, and they have stayed dormant


    with her. Unlike the citadel, where casualties could happen on a daily basis due to their line of work and


    experiments carried out, the human world was not like that. The scientists she worked with at the


    Harmony Hospital were as cautious as ever and made sure to protect themselves against anything


    they were undertaking. They were humans, so they had a lot to worry about.


    Since she had not used her strength, focus was harder to grasp today, and she was grateful Julian


    stayed with her until she got to a better ce.


    After those healed, she didn’t release her hand; she let it stay because she felt an injury underneath. It


    wasn’t new, and so it wasn’t inflicted by the thugs that attacked him. tonight. These seemed to have


    been here for at least a week. It didn’t matter; she had to heal him, and she did.


    She withdrew her hand from his chest and sat quietly. This was the man she wanted to forget. The man


    she had started running to keep out of her mind, and here she helping him stay alive.


    was,


    If they were keeping scores, he had saved her life many times in the past three years; she owed him


    this.


    Her eyes caught the heart-shaped tattoo on the side of his rib. It wasn’t her first time seeing the tattoo,


    but it was her first time seeing names in it.


    me


    It had Fiona first, followed by June and Jashin side by side. There was a little space at the bottom, and


    she knew it was because they wanted another baby, and its woulde there. That would make the


    heartplete. Her hand travelled down to her stomach and slowly rubbed it.


    He had the tattoo of the heart when she was still with him, but it had no names in it


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    then. He got the names in them after she left.


    Perhaps he got it as a reminder of what he was fighting for. Or he got it after getting betrayed and


    wanted to use it to guilt-trip her into taking him back. She got up from beside him and made her way to


    the kitchen. Moving to the sink, she picked up a ss, filled it up with water, and took a sip.


    shback…


    “Was there a change made to the bedroom I didn’t know about or something?” She asked as Julian


    shut the bedroom door after stepping in behind her.


    He had dragged her away from her friends, Laura and Davis, who were visiting the mansion. He told


    them he wanted to borrow her for a few minutes, and they couldn’t say no because he was the Lycan


    king. They let them leave, and Julian took them upstairs.


    He caught up with her and kissed her neck seductively. “Tell me this isn’t why you told Davis and Laura


    you had something special to show me.” She demanded as she pulled back a little to look at him.


    “I missed you; that was important.” He said it as if that were such a good reason.


    “Julian! You are better than this.” She scolded him and tried wiggling away from his hold.


    “Better than what? Wanting my mate? Desiring her more than anything else in the world?”


    “Don’t do that,” she scowled at him.


    “Do what?”


    “Make me the bad guy.”


    “You are the bad guy,” He stressed. “That is what makes this all the more interesting.” He caught her


    bottom lip between his teeth and slowly nibbled on it. “I’ll be quick.”


    She groaned, half frustrated, half turned on by him. Seduction was one of the abilities the moon


    goddess gave him. “You won’t be quick, and I will return to them smelling of you.” She whined, even


    though she was already rubbing herself against him.


    He smiled and said, “You want this just as much as I do. You just don’t show it much.”


    “Julian,” she started, but he ced a hand on her lips to silence her words.


    “No talking. Take off your clothes.”


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    She obeyed, took off all her clothes, and stood naked before him.


    “Are you going to take off your clothes?” she asked with an arched brow when he wouldn’t stop looking


    at her.


    He grinned, “Sure.” He grabbed his t-shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it to the ground. Her eyes caught a


    tattoo on his rib side, and they narrowed because she hadn’t seen it before. It was a ck heart.


    “You inked yourself?” she said and stepped towards him.


    He nced down at his side. “Yeah, I always wanted to do it, and I found the chance tost night. I


    hope you don’t mind.”


    She didn’t mind, because they had talked about it. She told him that as long as he was able to make


    the ink stick to his body, she had no problem with it. “This was what you wanted me to see.”


    He smirked coc kily and took off his trousers. “Yes, and I also had this thought of pinning your back


    against the wall while f ucking and making you scream. Then I’d take you to bed and finish the job


    there.”


    As arousing as the image he just painted with his words was, she had a few questions. “What does it


    mean?” Her eyes lingered on his ribs, even though he stood naked before her.


    “The ck heart is basically me.” She scoffed because she thought there would be a poetic meaning


    behind it.


    He continued as though he didn’t hear her. “This isn’t the end of the inking. This is just the first step.”


    “What is the next step?”


    He stepped towards her and said, “Filling it up with Fiona, June, and Jashin and the name of the child


    we are about to make.” He lifted her into his arms, and she her legs around him.


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    Her phone rang, breaking her out of her memoryne, and stopped ringing. She pulled it out of her


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    pocket and saw Cillian as the ID. He told her he would be travelling to the Nethends to see his


    parents for the weekend and would be back on Monday. He had promised to call as soon as he got


    sorted out.


    He picked up after the second ring, and his voice came through. “I wanted to call to hear your voice,


    then I realised our times were now a little mixed up and you were


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    probably asleep. Did I wake you?”


    She shook her head, then figured he couldn’t see her. “No, I haven’t gone to bed yet.” She replied.


    Silence dwelt for a few seconds before he asked. “Why? Did you go for your run?”


    She nodded, but he couldn’t see her. “I just got in from running, and I came home with the one I was


    running from.” She said thest part to herself. “I will be asleep in no


    time.”


    “So, I do not have to worry?”


    “No, you do not have to worry, Cillian; I am fine. I miss you, though.”


    She didn’t have to see him to know he was grinning from cheek to cheek. “I miss you too. I will call you


    in the morning; your time.”


    “I will look forward to it then.”


    The call ended, and Fiona drew a sharp breath and ced her head against the counter.


    She returned to his side on the couch and sat there. She listened closely to his heartbeat, but it didn’t


    sound as strong as it should be. It was fragile, and it reminded her of three years ago, when he still had


    the curse.


    He told her Isis deceived him and left him for death, but he didn’t tell her this. He didn’t tell her he was


    just as vulnerable now as he was three years ago.


    “What did you


    do to yourself, Julian?” she asked in a small but terrified voice while staring at him.