(Elara's POV)"Lucian... your wolf... you're running a fever," I whispered, alarmed by the heat radiating from his skin.Lucian tightened his arms around me, his usually cold demeanor replaced by vulnerability. His blue eyes were glazed with fever."I'm fine," he muttered, though his burning forehead told a different story."Lucian... does your wolf feel unwell?" I asked softly. "Let me get a digital thermometer."I tried to move, but his grip tightened. "No..." he murmured, nuzzling against my neck. "Stay."The mighty Alpha King, reduced to childlike neediness by silver exposure. It would be almost funny if it weren't so worrying."I'll just be a moment," I promised, trying to slip away. "You need medicine."His hand shot out, grabbing my robe. "Don't leave my wolf..." he whispered, his eyes already closing, exhaustion claiming him.I couldn't help but smile. This was a side of Lucian Thorne no one would believe existed.(Elara's POV)Looking at him now, feverish and vulner
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