CHAPTER 211: THE FOG HAS LIFTED

(Author’s POV)

Greg was busy and when he saw Alaric coming right at him, he said, in a reprimanding tone, "Young Alpha Alaric, you are not allowed to come inside without permission." He was already at his wits end and his top priority was to save Brave right now whose pulse was dropping with each passing minute.

The atmosphere inside the room tensed. Everyone held their breath as to how Greg had talked back like that to the prospect future Lycan King. But Alaric didn’t stop, nor did he seem angry. Taking long strides, he stood right in front of Greg but didn’t say anything. Instead, he mindlinked him, ’I may have something which can help Brave to wake up.’

Dr. Andrew narrowed his eyes as he questioned, ’What is it?’

’It is ... that human girl’s blood,’ Alaric confessed. Then he inquired, ’Will it work?’

Greg’s mouth agape. He was shocked to hear Alaric’s words. He blurted out loudly, "You have, what?" He held in his tongue when he realized he has said it out loud.

’We don’t have time, Dr. Andrew. You need to ask everyone to leave from this room," Alaric pressed on. He had a pleading look in his eyes which was unusual for someone like Alaric to make. He wasn’t commanding but pleading.

Greg understood the gravity of the situation. He barked his orders, "Everyone, go out of the room."

They all were stunned by Dr. Andrew’s commands. They were in the middle of crisis and he was asking them to abandoned the patient. And the patient was none other than, Brave Everests, the Young Lycan Alpha. They trembled in fear but couldn’t say anything back.

But Elio questioned straightforwardly, "Dr. Andrew, what is wrong~"

He was cut off by Greg, "Elio, you too. Go out, all of you, now. I have a way."

Elio tried to protest but Noah who had followed Alaric inside and was standing at some distance aid, "Elio, obey your mentor’s command."

With Noah backing Alaric and Greg, no one had the audacity to argue. With a defeated look and slumped shoulders, Elio and all others walked out of the room. Noah too departed from the room.

Now, only Alaric, Greg and the unconscious, convulsing Brave remained inside the room. Greg asked with a serious expression, "How on earth do you have Ms. Miracle’s blood? ..... No, first tell me where it is. We can talk about other things afterwards."

Without wasting anymore time, Alaric strode towards the suitcase, punched in the password, unlocked it and took out the tiny glass tightly screwed glass bottle.

He took the bottle straight to Dr. Andrew who held it and examined it with an unspeakable expression. Greg gazed at Brave’s scrunched up face and then his eyes shifted to the machine that was constantly beeping n front of him.

Honestly speaking, it was a total gamble. He wasn’t too sure whether the blood would work or whether it would do nothing. It may even be worse and exacerbate his condition. But he had to try. By looking at Brave’s vitals, Dr. Andrew knew he had to take the gamble to save his life.

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"Brave, come to me. Forget everything and be mine, forever and ever," Elisa, the demon queen purred near his ears, urging him to hurry up.

With her provocation and his own inner turmoil of wits and reasoning, Brave came to a conclusion to end his life and finally be at peace with his love. He aimed for his heart and closed his eyes.

"DO IT, NOW," with these words from Elisa, Brave drove the mystical dagger, laced with demonic powers. A grin on the demon queens face widened with each passing nanosecond. ’Finally, he will be mine,’ she took out her vicious blackened tongue and licked her rosy pink lips. Her eyes glinting, she was ready to reveal her well hidden disguise.

But strangely enough ... the place turned all dark and foggy, blocking her vision completely. She instantly knew something was odd, ’this has never happened before.’

The next second a shrilled, bone chilling scream echoed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh."

But it didn’t come from Brave. It was Elisa, who was yelping in pure agony, her throat burning, her disguise coming off. She yelled, "YOU .... how~ coul~d you?" she backed away.

Brave had driven that dagger right through Elisa’s sternum area. With labored breath he answered, his voice devoid of any emotion, "Because you are not my mate but a hoax, a fucking damn illusion." He pulled the dagger out and tried to stab her where her heart was but before that, the demon queen summoned all her remaining power and disappeared.

But as she was vanishing, Elisa left him a threat, "This isn’t over yet. You are mine. I have my eyes set on you. If I can’t have you, no one can."

The scent of a familiar person was thick and lingering inside Brave’s mind, it was playing with his heart. His mind was slowly but steadily clearing up. The fog was lifting gradually.

Brave had been fighting off his inner demons and outer as well, so it had taken a toll on his mind, his eyes were getting heavy, he was on the verse of collapsing.

And soon, with a thud, he fainted on the spot.

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Alaric swallowed his saliva and pressed his lips tightly. As soon as Dr. Andrew had uncorked the glass bottle, the air was filled with Myra’s sweet scent. It was making hard for Alaric to calm Alex down. His eyes were glowing, intoxicated by the fragrance. He clenched his fists hard, his nails digging into his palms, he was somehow trying to suppress his intense desire.

Greg didn’t had any particular reaction. He poured it in a small tray and took it closer to Brave’s nostrils. All throughout this, his facial expressions remained professional.

From the moment, Myra’s blood’s scent came in contact with Brave’s nasal cavity, his body responded in the affirmative. His tremoring, convulsing figure eased slowly and soon his blood pressure and heart rate returned to normal.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .