Saved by the Lycan Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Lance POV The events from yesterday play back in my mind. We have never discussed how we were going to help. If I have my way, Trinity will stay here in her old bedroom while I handle everything. I’m still not happy my father asked her to do this. Yes, there are many options we can pick from, but we are trying to keep my mate safe, and parading her around in front of everyone isn’t my way of keeping her safe. The only reason I have eventually agreed to my father’s request is because he has promised to do anything and everything to keep Trinity safe. With an uneasy heart, I stare down at my beautiful sleeping mate. Her long blonde hair spreads across the pillow, while her luscious pink lips beg me to kiss her. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a plushy wolf on the nightstand. My eyes drift up to the collage of pictures on a bulletin board above the nightstand, which all seem to stare at me. Maybe she is right. This isn’t the place to do much. My wolf whimpers but also

Trinity POVGrabbing a towel off a nearby supple cart, I press it against my hand and sit down beside my brother. My heart aches looking at his broken body and the blood-stained bandages. Guilt engulfs me for not getting here sooner. Unfortunately, I had needed to handle the business side of things before I could sneak off to visit him and my father. My injured hand grips the towel while my other hand lightly touches the scratches along the side of Trent’s face as I whisper, “Hey, bro. I’m here, but I can’t stay long. Rely on your alpha blood flowing through you and gather your strength to fight this. I know you can do it. I have faith.” My heart twists and tears well up in my eyes. He shouldn’t be injured like this. Why was he in the meeting hall? I shake my head and push the question out of my mind. He did nothing wrong. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more. I take a shaky breath and brush his messy bangs off to the side. A trail of red blood sme

Trinity POVMy heart races as I stare down at my brother. His coloring is slightly better and not as pale. Is this the sign we have been hoping for? Is he going to make a full recovery now?Next to me, my mother shakes her head. “I don’t understand. The report I had yesterday said nothing about him getting better. What happened? Have you changed his treatment or something?”The couple of medical staff and the doctor on the other side of the bed look at each other and then over to my father before the doctor turns back towards us. “We can’t explain it. There is no plausible reason for his improved health. It is so strange.”From the bed behind us, my father grunts, “But my son is improving. That is the important part.”I can’t argue with him, and I’m glad my brother is recovering, but it is so odd. When I was here, he didn’t look this good. My heart ached seeing him so broken. Then something comes to mind, and I let out a small gasp. No. It can’t be. Lance looks over hi

Trinity POV My stomach sinks and my heart pounds as a stray wolf tackles Lance and knocks him to the ground. The wolf is smaller than my mate and doesn’t stand a chance against him, but the brown wolf isn’t giving up. Knowing Lance can handle the little wolf, I turn my focus back onto the leader. Blood oozes out various deep gashes on his side, but it doesn’t seem to deter him as he gets back up. Our gazes lock and anger instantly courses through my veins. I don’t care he isn’t responsible for my father and brother’s conditions. He is leading another attack on my family’s pack, and I won’t stand for it. I take a deep breath and let my alpha side take hold of me. With my alpha voice, I pour all my anger and frustration into a roar, which knocks the large gray wolf back a few steps. Confusion mixes with his determination, but soon fades when something clicks in his eyes. With a slight smirk, another loud growl explodes from me and pushes him back a few more steps. My con

Alpha Edward POVI shift around on the hospital bed, not able to find a comfortable position, while my mind races. Something is off, but what? My mind fills with various things, but none of them seems like the right answer. I glance beside me at Trent’s bed, and I’m filled with a small sense of relief. He is looking better today, and his color is almost back to normal. I wish I knew what has helped him recover so fast. The doctors agree it isn’t because of their treatment. They have changed nothing. The sound of chaos and frantic footsteps pulls my attention to the open door at the other end of the room as my heartbeat quickens. A sense of dread takes hold of me. Oh, no. Did the intruders get into the bunker? Why am I not hearing anything about it? Struggling, I slowly push myself up and rest my back on the headboard while my eyes stay glued to the door. If the intruders have breached the secure doors, I need to find something to defend myself and everyone in here else w