CHAPTER 142: YOU TWO FAILED MY LESSONS

Kaelric’s POV

She tried to use the moment of shock to manoeuvre me, but I was much faster; I am a Dravari.

I toppled her to the floor, stabbing her in her arm. She let out the last arrow, mistakenly, and I followed the direction from which the arrow went, and I saw it cut through Aria.

I reflexively dropped the masked hunter and rushed towards Aria, who was gradually wearing her human form and about to fall.

She landed safely on my hands, naked, her life almost leaving her.

The smell of wolf’s bane filled my nostrils, but it wasn’t just wolf’s bane; it was wolf’s bane extract. The arrow was laced with wolf’s bane extract.

I carried Ari carefully in my arms and started heading back to my abode.

I laid eyes on a shivering Macy. "What happened? Is she going to be ok?" she asked in a frantic voice, worry, fear and panic grazing her facial features.

"She is going to be fine; she just needs some treatments," I assured her.

"Can I come along?, I want to make sure she gets better," she asked in a low tone.

"You can come along, but you will have to leave before dusk, to avoid being another victim."

"Yes, Sir, sure, Sir," she replied, nodding her head affirmatively.

"Meanwhile, Macy. Don’t you attend combat lessons?"

I had to ask because the combat lessons and team fights were for occasions like this, when the academy’s walls no longer protected them.

"You let Aria fight alone, when you two could have teamed up to find the hunter. That’s what pack unity is all about: you tap strength from each other.

You don’t just let whoever you think is stronger fight alone, unless your pack becomes an easy target for other creatures once the strongest is put down." I exhaled, letting the words I had just said sink in.

" Now look at Aria’s condition. I would say that you are part of the reason for this. You two failed as a team."

"But sir, I tried to..."

"You don’t have a justifiable reason for abandoning your partner at the Frontline. Even if she says no, you should also have the will to say yes. I can’t over emphasize teamwork; that’s the core of our kingdom’s team.

You team up with your wolf, and you also have to team up with your pack. How do you expect to be a pack’s alpha when all you do is take orders?"

Her face was melo as I scolded her. I felt maybe I had taken it a bit too far because it affected Aria, but Aria is also to blame.

If Macy had tried intervening and Aria had refused, that would be an obstruction of teamwork, which I believe Aria was capable of doing.

She nodded her head. "Next time I will make sure to remember your words."

There was a sudden silence; only Aria’s slow breath and the rustlings of the forest trees were the only noises that could be heard.

Soon enough, we arrived at my place. I rushed to my room, dropped her on the bed, pulled out my first aid kit from my closet, brought out some bandages and a towel with gauze and spirit.

I placed the clothes around the arrow before pulling the arrow out.

Ari was bleeding out profusely, and I thought in my head that the Alpha successors would soon be here since they were her mates.

Speaking of the devil, a loud bang echoed from behind my door. I walked over to open it, even though I didn’t want to entertain them; I wanted this moment to exist only between me and Aria.

"Where is she?" Tristan asked, ignoring me and trying to walk into my home as if he owned it.

"You should at least greet the owner of the house, kid," I said as I walked to sit on the sofa.

"We want to see Ari. If you didn’t take her, we wouldn’t be here in the first place," Damon defended Tristan.

"I don’t want to know your filthy reasons, just follow me."

They hesitated as their alpha aura radiated through the sitting room, but at last they followed behind to see Aria.

"I just hope nothing happens to Ari, because if something happens to her, I would find the killer and retaliate," Damon murmured.

"Well, you don’t have to bother about her surviving, because she will. She is in the right hands," I replied to them with a raised eyebrow.

"You suddenly feel like the best hand the one time you save her," Aven started, with a cold tone.

"If you three had come to my house to banter with me, I suggest you leave. Wouldn’t want my peaceful existence getting disturbed by your banters."

" You hate to be told the truth, Sir Kaelric. You haven’t done as much as we had done for her; therefore, I suggest you stop gloating," Tristan added.

I just watched the three of them parade their ignorance. Although there was a lot of truth in those words, they have been there for her many times than I could count.

But this situation was different, and I was the only one suitable to solve it.

I left the room in that instant so that they could have the best time of their lives with the unconscious Aria.

I hated that I had to share my mate with these three.

I sat in the sitting room for a while, waiting for time to pass so they would leave.

Soon, it was almost dusk, and I walked into the room, and Aria was still unconscious.

"You see, she hasn’t moved yet. How do you mean that you are the best hands?" Damon stated, not as a question, but more like a mockery.

"The arrow shot to her sides was poisoned with wolf’s bane extract. It would be a surprise if she gets up in two days.

I’ve already arrested the bleeding and applied some quick recovery ointment. She would be better soon," I stated, gesturing for them to use the door.

"It better work out," Aven blurted. But I chose to ignore those words.

I walked them out of my room and put them in my apartment.

When I got back, she was still unconscious. I replayed the memory of her naked frame on my hands.

In another scenario, when she isn’t fighting for survival, I could have devoured her, I could have enveloped her with my desires.