Novel & Cerita For The King 2 Healing Tone

My eyes widened in shock. I hated that I didn't know what to do. “Lylah!" I called, and her response although it was immediate, it was weak. "Kaia.” "Why isn't he healing? He's a Lycan, his healing is supposed to be faster. What's going on?” I asked her. She sighed, "King is gone…"

"When the prophecy was given, it never said how his mate would cure him, just that she would. His Majesty, Lady Merilyn and I have been working fervently, trying to break the curse but we haven't succeeded yet." "Wasn't it supposed to be an automatic healing?" Elder Lansel asked. Heira shook her head. "No, it's not. And for that reason, I deem it unwise to make the King lead the run." I stared at Elder Hevrick and saw the way he glared at Heira, like he would have torn her to pieces if it wasn't for everyone here. Suddenly he cheered up and faced Heira, "His Majesty lost control a few weeks ago when those bandits attacked. Crystal, his assistant was said to be the only living witness and she

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

I could almost picture him leaning back in that ridiculous velvet chair he favored, fingers steepled, gold rings glinting. Probably high on cocaine too. “Good,” he said, dragging the word out like warm honey. “Very, very good.” His tone shifted into something darker, rich with promise. “Good job, boy. Good fucking job” He spelled something on his end of the call — slow, deliberate, amused, like he enjoyed the theatrics. “W… A… K… E… E… M.” Wakeem the King. And the king was pleased.

“I have good news and bad news. The good news is that your shoulder is not broken. The bad news is that it is dislocated, and I have to put it back in place.” Ayla chewed her lip. “It’s going to hurt?” “Unfortunately.” He pulled out a piece of leather from his messenger bag and gave it to Ayla. “Put this in your mouth and bite it. Don’t move while I put your shoulder back.” Ayla did as he asked, and the King popped her arm back into her shoulder socket. She bit down hard as the pain faded away. The King took a healing potion from his bag. “Drink this,” he said as he handed her the vial. Ayla wanted to protest, but he growled. “I will make you drink it by force if I have to!”

King Soren was standing right beside the large mahogany bed, his face tense, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. On the bed, my mother lay propped up against silk pillows. The royal head healer was just packing away his medical kit, a small, bright smile on his face as he turned to face the King. "Congratulations, Your Majesty," the healer bowed deeply. "The Queen is simply exhausted. In fact, she is nearly two months pregnant." A collective gasp echoed through the room. Soren’s dark, intimidating face completely transformed. The cold, ruthless Lycan King vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated triumph and delight.

Instantly, the healer broke out in a cold sweat, his hands starting to shake. The gazes of both the King and his heir fell upon him, heavy and silent, promising death if he made a single wrong move. "My... my King," the healer stammered, finally looking up. "The Luna's external wounds are superficial. She is strong." He hesitated, choosing his next words carefully. "Finish," Ronan commanded. The healer took a shaky breath, his gaze shifting to Ronan's. "My King, the Luna is fine. And so is the royal pup she carries."

I remain seated, too frozen to move. He stands in the doorway like a remnant of night that refuses to fade even after sunrise. His fur-lined coat hangs open, revealing a black shirt stretched tight across his body. His gaze locks onto me at once. “Continue,” he says flatly to the healer. The old man clears his throat nervously and presses the energy points at my wrist again. The touch triggers that warm pulse, responding instantly as the King steps closer. I hold my breath. He stops beside the bed. His eyes trace my face, then drop to my hand still resting over my abdomen.

She huffed before nodding. Relief lit his face. “Thank the Moon… I thought you’d never have a mate! This is good news, my king.” “Beta Theo,” Sarah snapped. “The king doesn’t need a mate. He needs a Luna Healer. Have you forgotten?” Theodore blinked, reality sinking in. “Uh…yes. The Luna healer. What do we do?” “We proceed with the mate trial. We might be able to find the luna healer,” Sarah said firmly. He nodded, then hesitated. “What if… what if the king’s mate is the Luna Healer?”

Thankfully only Milia was present with him, so he didn't have to act if. "Do not worry your highness. Once this end it will be her majesty turn. It shouldn't last long." He nodded and tuned out the song as he looked at his surroundings. It wasn't his first time using this room. It was reserved solely for the members of the royal family and as such was beautifully furnished. He was brought back once he heard the veritable sea of applause and whistle. "Reminds me of one thing. Once I become king, we need to change this hymn."