Chapter 109

In the depths of Anthony's mind, agony reigned supreme. Every nerve screamed for release, yet his voice remained trapped, unable to break the suffocating silence. Immobilized, his body felt heavy and unresponsive, shackled by the overwhelming presence of oleander and titanium coursing through his veins. Even as he desperately searched for Max's comforting presence, he found only an aching void—emptiness louder than any cry for help. Darkness engulfed his consciousness, blotting out everything except a single, burning desire: to feel love, warmth, and connection again. Memories of his mate, Kathy, flickered like candlelight in the gloom. He yearned for her scent—so familiar and soothing—her gentle touch, and her voice that always brought him happiness, no matter how dire the circumstances.

Thoughts of their children haunted him as well. He imagined them waiting for their parents’ return, yearning for the warmth of a family reunited. The weight of his absence pressed heavily on his already battered spirit, amplifying his sense of helplessness and loss.

Consumed by guilt, Anthony questioned his worthiness to be king of the lycans and werewolves. How could he claim that title if he couldn’t protect his mate or prevent his own capture? Doubt gnawed at him, threatening to consume the fragments of hope and strength he had left. Yet, even in the darkness, a resolve struggled to ignite—if only the pain would lessen, if only he could move, he would fight to reclaim everything that mattered. Anthony wants to open his eyes to see Kathy face but his body is fighting with him, then he left his body start to get hot and his heart his racing.

“Why is my body burning up?” Anthony asks himself. Panic stirs beneath the surface, mingling with the feverish heat coursing through him. Each breath feels heavier, and he fears he is losing control over his own flesh, slipping further from the world he longs to return to.

Kathy P.O.V

Kathy didn’t eat or drink anything because she was so worried about Anthony, even Sarah tries to get her to eat something but she didn’t have no appetite. That means she checks Anthony forehead, he has a fever, Kathy called for the doctor who came into the tent to check for himself. Indeed, it was a terrible fever and if they don’t do something or Anthony will brain dead. The only chose she has to do is to used a portal to get royal hospital at home.

“Sarah, close the tent, please,” Kathy said quietly, her voice trembling as she tried to shield Anthony from any further disturbances. Sarah nodded, gently drawing the tent flap shut to offer what little privacy and protection she could.Kathy closed her eyes, steeling herself for what she had to do, fully aware that summoning the portal would drain her depleted strength. Hunger and fatigue gnawed at her, but she refused to let Anthony slip away, not when his life hung in the balance. Gathering the last reserves of her power, she focused on the royal hospital—her destination, the one place that could still save him. When she opened her eyes, they glowed with a fierce, determined purple, and the shimmering portal materialized before them. She turned, conjuring a gentle but sturdy barrier around Anthony's limp form, lifting him effortlessly so he would not be jostled or hurt further. With one last look back at Sarah and Miles, her eyes met theirs, silent gratitude and resolve passing between them before she moved to step through the portal with Anthony.

Kathy took a steadying breath, her determination clear even as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her. “I will leave everyone to your care, stay here as long as you want to recover. If anyone asks, just tell them we had to leave. You take the plane home with everyone,” she instructed Sarah and Miles, her voice firm despite the tremor of worry underneath. Kathy’s gaze lingered on her friends, silently conveying her trust and gratitude before she prepared to step through the portal with Anthony.

“Yes, my lady,” said Sarah and Miles

Kathy walked through the portal with Anthony, and it closed silently behind her, leaving only a faint shimmer in the air. The atmosphere of the royal hospital was crisp and sterile, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty they had just left behind. As soon as they appeared, a nurse nearby caught sight of Kathy floating Anthony’s limp body and immediately rushed over, urgency etched across her features.

“My lady, what happened,”

“Get the doctor,”

Yes, wait here,”

Kathy swayed on her feet, the edges of her vision blurring as she struggled to remain upright. The strain from summoning the portal had left her trembling, but her concern for Anthony kept her from collapsing. As she glanced anxiously at his pale, unconscious face, the doctor hurried toward them, the nurse close behind, both ready to help as soon as they reached Kathy and Anthony.

“Lady Kathy what happened?” asked the doctor

“Anthony is burning up with a fever. Do you have a big tub?”

“Yes, we do,”

“I need it, to be full of ice-cold water. Can someone called Lord Frances to meet the hospital,”

“Yes, my lady,”

The gurney came to them as Kathy slowly his body on the gurney, as his fever getting worse they rush him to the room. With Kathy is right behind them, there is a room with a tub, big enough that up to four people can sit in, as the nurse is fully it up. The doctor checks his viral and his heart beep and notices it beating very fast.

Kathy took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “Anthony was kidnapped by Samuel. He injected Anthony with oleander and titanium—poisons that are deadly, especially to someone like him.” Her words were urgent, eyes pleading for understanding from those around her. “I managed to open a portal and bring him here, but we have to act quickly if we want to save him.”

Once the tub was full of water, Kathy climbed in, her dress soaking instantly. Two male nurses carefully lowered Anthony’s body into the icy water, making sure he floated on his back, his fevered skin already beginning to cool. The cold water rose up to Kathy’s chest as she settled herself at the bottom of the tub, bracing herself for what she needed to do next.

As Anthony drifted, his breathing shallow, Kathy’s legs shimmered and transformed into her mermaid tail, scales glinting beneath the rippling surface. She gently placed a hand on the side of his head and closed her eyes, focusing all her energy and hope on healing him. Around them, the nurses and doctor watched with silent awe, uncertain but unwilling to interrupt whatever magic was unfolding.