Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to Him, Saved by his Brother: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Lucas's POV Back at the house, I stood near the doorway of my bedroom and watched Amelia carefully. We were still both filled with joy by the success of the court trial. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, sifting through a small pile of court mail and congratulatory letters resting on her lap. Suddenly, her hands stiffened, and her fingers dropped the papers onto the floor. She gripped the leather cushion under her, swaying slightly as she closed her eyes tightly, trying her best to hide another bad spell of dizziness from me. I watched as she took some deep breaths until the dizzy spell passed. She was totally unaware that I was watching her every move. I knew that she was hiding it from me, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it. The tumor in her brain was aggressive, expanding faster as days passed. Based on her worsening symptoms she had about a handful of weeks left to live if we didn't act now. But because she stubbornly refused to undergo open brain surgery unti

Amelia's POV The moment Lucas kissed my forehead and quietly left the bedroom, I knew I was going to disobey him. He had looked me directly in the eyes last night and told me not to follow him, not to leave the pack house, and certainly not to try to find him. He said he would be back as soon as he could. I waited until I heard his footsteps disappear down the hallway. Then I got out of bed. My body protested almost immediately. The familiar heaviness in my head returned, followed by the dull ache behind my eyes, but I ignored it. I have become very good at ignoring things lately. The headaches, the dizziness, the exhaustion, and even the fear. Lucas thought I was asleep when he left. He was wrong. I slipped out of the pack house through a side entrance, pulling my coat tightly around myself as the cold night air hit my face. I had no real plan beyond following him. I didn't even know exactly where he was going at first. I only knew he was leaving to find the Sun-Root, and I k

Lucas's POV Amelia reached for the cup, stared at it for what seemed like forever, then at me, before finally raising it to her lips. The first sip made her entire face twist. I almost laughed. But she swallowed and took another, then another. Every swallow seemed to offend her entire existence. Her nose wrinkled, her eyes watered, and she grimaced like she was drinking poison, but she didn't stop, until the cup was completely empty. Then she slammed the cup down so hard, like it could somehow prevent her from taking the next round. I looked at the empty cup, then at her, and pride filled my chest. "Good girl." She made a disgusted face. "That was horrible. I hate you!" "No, you don't." I retorted and she glared at me. But despite the exhaustion in my bones, the blood still seeping through my shirt, and the memory of seeing her collapse in the middle of that battlefield, I couldn't help but smile. She was alive, she was here, and she had drunk every drop of the medicine that

Lucas's POV I woke up with Amelia beside me. At some point during the night, we had fallen asleep facing each other, close enough that I could feel her warmth against me. When her eyes opened, she smiled, and for a moment, I simply watched her before asking the question that had been bothering me since the mountains. "You're really not scared of me? Or are you just pretending because you don't want to hurt my feelings?" She smiled lightly, then trailed a finger over the bridge of my nose. "How can I be scared of you when you look this cute?" I blinked, then actually gaped at her. Cute? There wasn't a single part of me that could reasonably be described as cute. "Nothing about the fact that I shifted into the monster that made you pass out and brutally killed a man in front of you was cute, Wildcat." She pretended to think about it before her finger returned to the little crease between my brows. "I didn't faint because of you. I fainted because the pressure in my head bec

Damian's POVIt had taken every ounce of my humility to make the drive down the dusty road leading toward the edge of town. I did not like coming here, any more than I liked having to grovel at my brother's feet. But it was necessary to do this, as the Alpha of the pack.Up ahead, the gates and tall walls of Lucas's biker clubhouse rose out of the landscape. More like biker shithouse, I thought to myself.I knew coming here was a massive risk. Lucas has always hated my guts, and he probably hates me more now that we both know he's just an illegitimate son, and his men weren't exactly known for their warm hospitality toward anyone who wasn't their boss. But I didn't really have a choice. Everything was falling apart, and if I wanted to save what was left of our family's legacy, I had to swallow my pride.I pulled the car to a stop near the main entrance, turned off the engine, and stepped out onto the gravel. Instantly, half a dozen armed guards stepped out from behind the gates, the