Chapter 30 Chapter 0030
•CASSANDRA•
The drive to the Beverly Hills Clinic felt both urgent and surreal.
I had masked my scent completely before leaving the apartment, so no wolf would detect me.
I parked in the staff parking lot and walked inside. I wanted to do my job and leave with nothing tying me to Mason.
The receptionist guided me to Mason's wardroom. She gave me a heads-up that Mason came with his wife, and three elderly people.
My heart hammered in my chest for a moment because I didn't want any of them to see through the mask I had on.
I took a few deep breaths on my way to Mason's wardroom.
'Calm down, Cass,' Lyra murmured in my head. 'We've built a beautiful life for ourselves and got where we've always wanted to be. So, we won't risk anything for someone who rejected and abandoned us when we needed him the most.'
'Yes,' I murmured back. 'You're right. Mason is my past, and I'm only here because I don't want my kids to lose their father.'
The elevator doors opened on the third floor, and I walked to room 73. There was a guard outside the door. A scout, actually.
I nodded at the guy as I walked inside the door and pretended he wasn't there when I was being banished.
He forcefully grabbed my arm that day, leading me to the forest with another scout. They both spat on me and called me a traitor before they left me in the forest to die.
But I didn't want to think much of it. If I had had to consider everything that happened when I was banished, I wouldn't have had the courage to walk inside the door to heal Mason.
Mason lay in the bed. Monitors beeped steadily, tracking his weak vitals.
Rowan sat in a chair by the window, asleep with his head resting on folded arms. Nadia stood beside the bed, holding Mason’s hand.
For a moment, my gaze shifted back to Rowan. I couldn't believe how grown he was. He looked just like his father more than he did when I left.
It reminded me of the first night with him in our house when Mason and I kept arguing about who Rowan looked like.
Nadia tilted her head when I entered. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, searching my face, and for a moment, I thought she could recognize me, but she didn't.
“Are you the doctor Darius called?” she asked.
I nodded. "Yes, I am Dr. Frost. I came as soon as I received the call that you had come to the clinic."
She glanced at Mason, then back at me. “Can he be saved?”
I hesitated only for a second. “I need to examine him first.”
Her shoulders sagged as if a great weight had been lifted. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’ll go tell his family. They’ve been waiting for hours, and they deserve some peace.”
I nodded at her as she walked up to Rowan and woke him up. The two walked out of the wardroom, leaving me with Mason.
Mason looked different. He wasn't the powerful Alpha I had married to bring peace to Goldenmane Court. His cheeks were sunken, and there were dark circles around his eyes.
I leaned closer to him and grabbed his hand. To my surprise, his hand was cold. His pulse was getting weaker, and every passing second seemed like he was being pulled to his death.
“Of course you’d make me come save you,” I murmured under my breath, though my voice trembled. "Why is it so hard for me to let you die after everything you've done to me? You broke my heart, Mason, and now it was my turn to break yours. But I can't. Can I?"
I closed my eyes and let the mask fall away. The bond surged forward instantly, nearly knocking the breath from my lungs.
I drew in a slow breath and reached for Lyra’s power. Warmth bloomed beneath my skin, flowing through my veins.
I pressed my hands over Mason’s chest and let the energy spill into him, carefully at first, then with growing urgency.
I suddenly felt something dark twisting beneath his chest, it was coiled around his heart like a living thing. It wasn’t an illness or an injury, but it was poison.
The realization sent a surge of anger through me so sharp it nearly broke my focus. The poison was a nightshade. They made it look like he died of natural causes.”
Whoever had used it on him, knew exactly what they were doing. They didn't want questions or an investigation. They had wanted Mason to die quietly.
I clenched my jaw and pushed harder, forcing Lyra’s healing energy deeper.
The poison fought back, clinging stubbornly to his veins, but I refused to yield. Bit by bit, I broke it apart, burning it away until it dissolved into nothing.
Mason’s body jerked beneath my hands. His breath hitched, then came again—stronger this time. Color slowly returned to his skin, and the frantic beeping of the monitors evened into a steady rhythm.
I quickly masked my scent and leaned back from the bed as he fluttered his eyes open.
The door opened, startling me as I was focused on watching Mason to fully regain his consciousness.
I straightened as Nadia entered, followed by two of the elders. Their eyes moved from me to Mason and then to the monitors, disbelief written plainly across their faces.
“He’s stable,” one of the elders muttered. “Completely stable. This is a miracle."
Nadia stepped closer, her gaze fixed on Mason’s face as though she needed to see the proof for herself.
Then she looked at me. “How did you do it?” she murmured. “The doctors said his organs were shutting down, and they didn’t understand why.”
I met her eyes. “Because someone poisoned him,” I answered. “Nightshade. The intention was to make it look natural. Organ failure with no suspicion.”
The color drained from her face. “Poisoned?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I replied. “Someone wanted him dead, and they wanted you to believe no one killed him.”
"What?" an elder gasped. "But who could've done such a crime? Whoever they are, they must be found and brought to justice."