Chapter 14

“Most women I’m with can’t stand to be around me for more than 3 months. The ones that are here for that long, die,” he continued speaking.

I felt the walls closing in on me; I swallowed hard.

“Okay…?” I said softly, trying to maintain steady eye contact and not let him see that I was nervous.

“I think you should stick around for a while and close by,” he said, meeting my eyes. “That way I don’t need to deal with another woman.”

“Oh…” I breathed; I still wasn’t sure what he was saying or what he was asking.

“I think you can help solve my pain,” he spoke again, and I felt my heart nearly stopping in my chest.

“Solve your pain?” I asked. I know the full moon makes him irritated, but I didn’t know it caused him actual pain. I wondered if the scars around his face hurt him. There was a lot about wolf madness I wasn’t aware of.

“It seems your saliva and your scent soothe the pain and make me less…” he paused to think of his next set of words. “Irritated.”

I felt my cheeks redden; I had to admit that I didn’t hate his scent either. My wolf practically went crazy for it.

“So, what do you need me to do?” I asked him, staring up at him curiously.

“I need to be around you at least 5 hours every day and kiss me often,” he told me. “I need to feel your nearness and have your scent with me. I need your saliva.”

My eyes widened at his words. Ollie grew even more excited from within me, and I tried to calm her before she exploded.

Considering we were going to be sleeping in the same room every night, which would be more than 5 hours, I figured that was extremely doable.

As for the kiss…

Neither Ollie nor I hated that idea.

“Okay,” I said after a pause. “I agree.”

“What about you?” He asked, eyeing me carefully. “Is there anything you want? Or something I can do for you?”

I was surprised by his question, but I already had an answer for him.

“Yes,” I told him, hesitantly. “I want my brother.”

He rose his eyebrows.

“Your brother?”

“He’s been in the hospital, and I haven’t been able to see him. My father made that impossible. The doctors won’t allow me to enter his room.”

“Would it make you feel better if he wasn’t in the hospital?”

“He needs constant treatment, or he’d die,” I answered sadly, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground.

“Molly, we have the best doctors on palace grounds at all times. There’s nothing he can get at the hospital that he can’t get here,” Theo told me, cocking his head to the side.

“You can do that?” I asked, my cheeks flushing. “You can get my brother out of the hospital?”

“I can,” he answered. “And I will.”

I sniffled as tears ran down my face; I tried hard to control my emotions but was failing miserably. He used his calloused fingers, which suffered years of battle, to wipe away the tears on my cheeks.

I smiled into his hand and stared up at the masked man before me.

“I think I should do something for you right now,” I held my breath and my cheeks were on fire.

Molly's POV

"Good." His voice was husky and sexy.

I closed my and stood on my tippy toes as I pressed my mouth to his. His sexy full lips were slightly hooked. He raised his hand to hold the back of my head, and he kissed me back. Hard.

（3 days later）

“Asher!!” I screamed as Asher walked into the palace, followed by Alpha King Theo.

I couldn’t believe he actually managed to get my brother out of the hospital and to the palace. Then again, he was the Alpha King and there wasn’t much if anything, he couldn’t do.

I wondered if my father and Alyssa knew that Asher wasn’t in the hospital anymore. I wanted to laugh at the thought of their faces once they realized they no longer had the upper hand over my brother’s life.

But I was so emotional and happy to see Asher that I couldn’t contain myself.

Tears sprung from my eyes as I wrapped my arms around my little brother. He was only 19 years old, a year younger than me, but he still had the mind of a child due to the disability he was born with.

He stared at me blankly for a moment, then broke into a grin.

“Molly?” He spoke the nickname he gave me so easily and happily. I chuckled and wiped away the tears that washed over my cheeks.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” I cried to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry,” he said, rubbing his stomach.

I chuckled, but then instantly had a pain in my stomach. I worried that they weren’t feeding him properly. Knowing my father and stepmother, they probably told the hospital to feed him the bare minimum. I cringed at the thought.

“Of course, you are,” I told him, between my freshly formed tears.