Chapter three

Thinking of this, lyrai's eyes reddened as unbearable heartache washed over her. Her entire body shook as she prepared to carry her son and leave.

"I know what illness he has," Tristan spoke up.

Lyrai stopped in her tracks.

"I can save him."

"There are some things on him that pure humans don't have. You've seen before, right?"

The cub was still hiding, but having lived together for four years, how could a mother not notice anything.

The cub was far too naive.

Lyrai stiffened slightly, holding her child tighter.

Tristan disliked beating around the bush. He was impatient and kept it short: "I'm his father. Don't be wary of me. He has over half Wolf Clan bloodline in him. Human medicine doesn't work on him."

As soon as tristan's words left his mouth, the cub in lyra's arms seemed to have tired out. The small ears on his head popped out again as he lost the energy to maintain concealment.

Especially with tristan's presence, that innate scent of their kind stimulated him.

But his mother was here, so he hurriedly reached out his chubby hands to cover them up.

He helplessly burrowed into Lyrqi's embrace: "Don't look, Mama, don't look... Grr...don't look..."

Lyrics had seen everything, and she had seen for a while now - over the past half month.

Tristan watched this scene and frowned, his voice dropping an octave: "You've put pressure on him. He's afraid to let you find out."

Lyrai felt a pang in her heart. She held her son tighter: "It's alright, it's alright. It doesn't matter if I see them. Mama thinks they're very cute. Don't be scared, don't be scared."

She kissed her son's little ears as tears mixed in, "Mama's known for a while. What does it matter? Mama loves you most, right? Don't be afraid."

The cub slowly calmed down under her soothing. He looked up at his mother with wide eyes: "Mama?"

His fuzzy little ears were gently caressed by his mother. She looked at him with a smiling face.

Grr! Mama really wasn't scared!

He was happy and laughed in lyras arms, baring his two tiny fangs. Then his eyes slowly shut as he fell asleep.

Only after her son was fully asleep did lyrai leave the room.

She wiped her tears and looked at tristan: "I don't care if you're some Wolf Clan or wild tribe. I only want my child to regain his health."

That night.

Without even time to pack up her belongings, lyrai took her son and left with Tristan. 

Deep underground the magnificent mountain villa estates in paradise Mountain was an ice chamber tristan spent a fortune on building. With state-of-the-art facilities, temperature could be perfectly maintained at freezing point.

In the center of the ice and snow was a small pool of blue water.

It was spring water Tristan had brought back long ago from the Snow Mountain Peak.

Lyra sat in an unfamiliar, beautiful large room, too preoccupied to take in her surroundings, her eyes fixed only on her son's rosy red cheeks. Her heart was twisted in knots.

No wonder, no wonder the hospital couldn't find anything wrong with him.

She felt foolish for leaving with a man she had only known for a few hours.

What if Tristan had lied to her, just playing a trick on her? Or what if he wanted to harm her son...

No, thinking like that was useless now.

She was out of options.

A desperate mother, she could only place her hopes on this stranger.

After all, her son looked so much like him, and the paternity test she saw confirmed it. She could only believe.

As soon as Tristan entered the room,

Lyra bolted up from her seat, as if catching sight of a lifeline, and ran over: "Mr. Ambrose, did you bring the medicine?"

She stood too close.

Tristan halted his steps, frowning slightly: "Get away from me." With that said, he circled around her and headed for the bed.

The Wolf Clan were quite particular about distance between themselves and females. They would only be intimately close with their mates.

Although he and lyra had been in the most intimate relations, lyra was not his mate. She was the pure human who had seduced and slept with him that one night, then fled.

He felt neither dislike nor fondness for her. That was that.

They had no possibility in the past, nor would they in the future.

The child's existence would not change his attitude.

"You pure humans really just pull and grab." He mocked lightly.

Right now lyras mind was filled only with her child. She paid no heed to his attitude, following behind him and watching from afar as he carried the jade bottle over to the bed.

He opened the lid, and wisps of white mist curled up from the mouth of the bottle.

"Wake the child."

Brought back to herself, lyrai clambered onto the bed and gathered her son gently into her embrace, softly rocking him. "Sweetie, can you stay awake for a bit? Drink your medicine first then you can sleep again. Once you drink it you won't hurt anymore."

The little one slowly opened his eyes.

Lyrai held out her hand. "Give it here, I'll feed it to him."

Tristan scoffed coldly. "You'll take it? The chilly spring atop the Ice Mountains. You think you can touch that?"

A pure human's hands would feel scalded, as if touching red hot iron.

Lyra paused, feeling his words were deliberately provocative, and pressed her lips. "If you can do it then bring it here."

Without a word, tristan lifted the bottle to the child's lips. Lyra watched her son drink deeply, greedily gulping down mouthful after sweet mouthful until the bottle was emptied.

"One bottle a day. Go back to sleep." tristan reached out to stroke the child's head.

"He won't hurt tonight."

Lyrai's brows knitted. "I'm staying with him."

She couldn't rest easy.

Tristan's gaze lingered a moment on her dark eye circles and slightly haggard face, before carelessly tugging his lips. "Suit yourself."

He turned and left the room.

Lyra did not sleep that night, keeping watch over her child who finally rested peacefully for the first time in over half a month.

Her son could really be saved.

The corners of her lips quirked up as she smiled. She too had barely rested these weeks, and now with the pressure gone could no longer withstand it. She keeled over right there and fell asleep on the thick white carpet beside the big bed.

She didn't even have the thoughts or energy to make it up onto the bed.

Seven AM.

Trsitan stepped into the room and froze at the sight of the woman sprawled on the floor fast asleep. After checking their child and feeling assured, he pivoted and departed without sparing another glance lyrai's way.

The pure human woman asleep on the carpet did not warrant his notice.

He did not wish to touch her.

Yet she was still the child's mother.

He would call for someone else to carry her.

There were Wolf Clan women in this residence.