All Chapters of The Healer and The Beast: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Weeks later, and I was beginning to adjust. Beginning to live again, in the most basic sense of the word.I woke up each morning. I performed my duties as Alpha. I met with advisors, reviewed reports, and made decisions that affected the pack. I went through the motions of existence like a ghost walking through a world that no longer felt real.But I made one ritual of my own. Every day, without fail, I went to Thane's room.His chambers had been left untouched since his death. His clothes still hung in the wardrobe. His desk still had papers scattered across it, notes he'd been making about guard rotations and supply orders. His bed was still unmade from the last time he'd slept in it.I would sit in his chair and just... be there. Surrounded by the remnants of his life. Breathing in the faint scent of him that still lingered in the fabrics. Sometimes I talked to him, whispered apologies and memories into the empty air. Sometimes I just sat in silence, letting the weight of his absen

I woke with a bone-hard erection pressing insistently against Sena's body, and I knew immediately that my attempts to calm myself last night had been completely futile.Of course this would happen. Of course my body would betray me like this after spending hours pressed against her warmth, breathing in her scent, feeling every curve of her body molded to mine.Sena was still asleep, her breathing deep and even, her body relaxed and trusting against me. Her ass was pressed firmly against my aching cock, and every slight shift of her body sent sparks of heat shooting through me.I needed to leave. I needed to extract myself from this situation before she woke up and found me like this—hard and wanting and completely unable to control my body's response to her.Carefully, I started to pull away, trying to put some distance between us without waking her.But the moment I moved, she pressed back against me harder. Unconsciously seeking my warmth, her body chasing mine even in sleep.That w

Sena had finally fallen asleep after what felt like hours of trying to steady her. Vera and I had done everything we could—held her, whispered reassurances, helped her breathe through the panic attacks that kept crashing over her in waves.But now she was sleeping, her face still streaked with dried tears, her hand protectively cradled over her swollen belly even in unconsciousness.And I was raging.The anger inside me was a living thing, burning hot and relentless. It consumed every rational thought, every attempt at calm. All I could see was Uncle Henrik's severed head. All I could think about was Lysander's sick game, his endless quest for power, his complete disregard for innocent lives.He was taking too many people from us. Thane. Elena. My family three years ago. And now Henrik.How many more would have to die before this ended?I was out of patience. Out of mercy. Out of any capacity for restraint.Lysander needed to be stopped. Permanently.I looked at Sena's sleeping form o

Two days ago, I was in my study reviewing supply reports when Tristan knocked on the door."Come in," I called, not looking up from the documents.The door opened, and Tristan stepped inside, bowing slightly. "Alpha, you have a guest."My head snapped up. "A guest?""Yes, Alpha. He's waiting at the castle gates."Immediately, my mind went to worst-case scenarios. Lysander showing up with an army. An assassin sent to finish what the battle had started. Some new threat I hadn't anticipated."Who is it?" I asked, already standing."Captain Callister, Alpha. He has soldiers with him."Callister. One of the letters I'd sent had actually gotten a response finally.Relief and suspicion warred inside me in equal measure. I'd hoped for help, but I hadn't expected it to arrive so quickly. I'd already accepted that I would fight Lysander alone. And I definitely hadn't expected Callister to show up personally with armed men."I'll meet him outside," I said, moving toward the door. "For security

Sena's POVI woke up to the sound of rain against the windows and the familiar weight of Kael's arm around my waist, his hand resting protectively on my swollen belly.For a moment—just a moment—everything felt normal. Peaceful, even.Then reality crashed back in, the way it always did in those first conscious seconds of the day. The memories. The grief. The fear. All of it rushing back like a tide I couldn't hold back.Thane was dead.Uncle Henrik was dead.Aunt Marta was missing.And Lysander was still out there, planning his next move.I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the tightness in my chest, but it didn't help. It never helped. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me constantly, a burden I carried every waking moment.Some days were worse than others. Some days I could almost function normally—smile at the villagers, heal the sick, pretend that my world