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"So we just let him suffer? We let that drug cook his brain until he gives in to her?" "No," I said. I looked at both of my brothers. I needed them to understand the brutal truth. "There is a cure." "What is it?" Kenzo asked quickly. "Tell me what to hunt." "Medora," I said. The room went dead quiet. The hum of the harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above us.

He wanted to close the distance between us but I was scared that it would cause irreversible damage and so I stayed still. “No,” I said finally. “Not one that doesn’t cost more than it gives.” She didn’t look away. “You’ve looked, though.” “Yes.” “And you’re still looking,” she pressed. I met her gaze then, really met it, and for a second the world narrowed down to just us. The pull between us sharpened, tight and undeniable, like a wire drawn too thin. “I have to be careful,” I said quietly. “Some cures aren’t cures, they’re traps.”

“He was informed.” My jaw tightened. I didn’t know what hurt more… the poison or the fact that this had been hidden from me. I took a slow breath. “Tell me the truth,” I said. “Is there a cure?” The doctor looked at me directly. And at that moment I already knew the answer before she spoke. “Mr. Blade,” she said softly. “Medically there is no cure.” The room felt smaller. Hotter. Heavier. “No cure?” I repeated slowly.

We invited only kins and close friends, and there was no one from the Coleman family. Jeremy's hand in mine amid the toasts. I knew I had finally escaped from the shadows of my past and found the happiness that was truly mine. Meanwhile, Isiah sank deeper into the mire. After he left the hospital, his reputation was ruined, and he couldn't find work. He had to rely on his parents' pension to survive. During a routine checkup, he was diagnosed with advanced AIDS. The news struck like a thunderbolt, crushing the last of his hopes. He vented all his hatred onto Zoe.

I didn’t understand what he was saying. “How do we fix this? How do we get a cure?” “That’s what I am trying to tell you, Alpha, there is no cure.”

“We will do everything we can.” “That is not enough.” My voice broke as I spoke. Fael ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “There must be something,” he said. “A potion. A spell. Something.” The healers remained silent. Darius stepped closer to them. “Speak.” The chief healer inhaled slowly. “There is one cure.” Every head in the room lifted. “What is it?” I demanded. The healer’s eyes shifted between the three of us.

Mistress Lune exhaled shakily and stepped back. “Well,” she said quietly, collecting herself, “since you’ve already taken some kind of cure today, whatever that Apex Initiate gave you, we’ll need to postpone your actual treatment.” My stomach clenched. “Postpone? For how long?” I had been counting on her cure after everything. She was renowned throughout Blackcroft for her Cures, and I had pinned all my hope on her skill.

The glow intensified as she rushed to Damian’s side, tearing away the makeshift bandage on his thigh and applying the golden pulp directly on the wound. The moment it touched him, a radiant yellow light spread across his body. The poison hissed as it was pushed from his veins. The wound began to close. Gasps filled the room. Shiela, Ace and several warriors stood in awe. One reached forward. “What is this?… how is this even possible?” Laura didn’t look up “It’s Solaris Bloom.” The healers stepped back in shock “But it has been extinct for over sixty years!” “I found it.” Laura said simply “ In Blackmoon.”

"My sidepiece? Xavier, just because you have no morals doesn't mean I'm the same. "A player like you does not understand exclusivity in a relationship at all. If I love someone, then all men aside from him are nothing but faulty goods. You and Aaron are two of those faulty goods." Painful tears trailed down Xavier's cheeks. "Faulty goods…" He kept mumbling those words even after I left, as if he couldn't forgive himself. When I passed by the hospital room next door, I saw Aaron. Although he was left unscathed after the accident, the long-term stress left him with severe bipolar disorder.