Chapter 101 Curse.

Chapter 101 Curse.
Zyle.

Whatever plagued her was more than I could understand.

I thought about taking her to a human hospital, but that wouldn't help her.

I didn't want anyone to see her this way.

‘System, call…’

I paused.

Who could I trust to help me in this time?

Everyone who had ever come to me were close to me for a reason.

Money.

Power.

Title.

Position.

The only person I trusted, Brian, was with the clan's Luna.

He would do anything for her, even if it meant harming me.

“Call Stephen.”

‘Stephen on the dial.’

Riiiing.

“Alpha.”

“Get the best doctors in the clan to my house, now!”

“On it, Alpha.”

The line went dead.

I sped like I had a timer to meet up to, breezing through the stop sign. The traffic sign. Everything.

It didn't take long before the human race's security force began to follow me, but I was too occupied to care.

I sped further, ignoring their sirens blaring a deafening sound.

But I had to lose them.

If they caught me, I could easily walk off, but I didn't have a second to spare.

So I sped further.

They followed behind me, no break.

Roe had already stopped crying and moving, and that scared me more.

Those pests kept following behind me like I was some criminal.

I had to lose them.

So without wasting another second, I swerved to the right, moving into a narrow pathway and swerving left.

Looking at the rearview mirror, I caught sight of two more cars persistently following behind me.

I grit my teeth and stepped on the accelerator, moving at a speed that could get me in a terrible accident if something were to happen.

I slowed a bit and swerved again, coming out into a two-way lane.

They were no longer behind me.

I let out a sigh of relief before swerving to my right.

By the time I saw the orb that only we could see, I drove right through it.

Finally.

I parked the car quickly and jumped out with Roe in my arms.

She was hot.

Sweat soaked her clothes, and the worry I had was beginning to eat me up.

“Alpha, they are in the guest room.”

Without so much as a glance towards Stephen, I pummeled through the guest room door.

Several men in white coats stared at me with surprise.

“Alpha Zyle.”

“Get to work.”

I ordered.

They immediately began to scramble around, looking for one thing or the other.

My feet tapped on the floor.

“Alpha… you can… wait outside.”

I glared at the one who spoke with so much intensity, I could swear I heard him whimper.

He faced her, and they immediately began examining her.

I was a little pleased with how they had brought most of their tools to my guest room in such short notice.

I paced around, looking over at Roe, who was getting pale by the second.

I tried to steady my breathing, but then it began again.

The weird sensation of pain that usually overtook me whenever she wasn't touching me.

Was I the one who caused her to be like this?

I growled.

The doctors looked at me, and instantly, horror filled their eyes.

They must know what was wrong with me, and whatever it was, reading from their expressions, it wasn't good.

“Continue.”

I forced my voice to remain calm before bolting through the door and out of the house.

“Alpha, there are several…”

I cast my eyes on Stephen, who staggered away from me, before I continued to walk towards…

Nowhere in particular.

I got to the hunting grounds and let the pain take over me.

There was no one in sight, and people rarely came to the king's hunting grounds uninvited.

I howled as my body began to transform.

The itch was getting so intense, the pain even more.

I ripped my clothes with my hands and slowly became… me.

My wolf howled, feeling free, the pain stinging a little less.

I galloped along the plains, howling into the moon like it owed me a great debt.

“Moon goddess. Please save her,” I howled, plunging my foot against a tree and letting the sharp part of its bark tear my skin.

Then, just like that, I realized I couldn't stop.

I ran further into the woods, searching for anything.

A new intent growing in me.

The sharp intent to kill something.

The intent to tear things apart and feast on their flesh.

It was a scary intent, but my wife was going in for the kill.

The plains must have animals of some sort.

Humans would be better.

What the hell was that thought?

Stop!

Zyle, stop!

I howled, struggling to stop myself from doing something I was sure I was going to regret.

The moon glared at me, like it wanted me to give in to the maddening hunger to end a life.

I hadn't fed on flesh in a while because I had trained myself not to depend on whatever it was to survive.

Now, my canines itched to sink themselves into something.

A sound traveled to my perked ears.

That was the sound of an animal.

I hurried to where the sound was coming from.

There.

A few paces from me, I saw a deer mindlessly grazing on grass.

No.

This was not me, I thought, but I had already begun to crouch and stealthily move towards it.

My tongue glazed over my canines.

And I launched.

Putting all the strength I could into my forelegs.

Don't!!!

I knew what would become of me if I gave in to the thirst.

I couldn't let myself get controlled by another factor.

I plunged myself into a tree, slamming my body hard against the rock-solid bark.

The deer, seeing this, ran for its dear life.

Whatever was trying to control me forced me to my feet, urging me to follow the poor animal.

But I had slammed myself too hard. It was going to be a miracle to catch it.

Alas.

I slumped to the ground, breathless, exhausted.

What really did Sasha feed me?