Chapter 141
THIRD PERSON POV
The Northern armies returned to the pack. The Lycan army had abruptly left without a war. But more than ever, the armies felt a sense of pride that they were winning this war.
They had witnessed the fight between Lyra and the Alpha King. No one had expected that a woman would be that strong—strong enough to fight a foe that strong and bring him close to his knees.
The men who had mixed feelings about her presence and questioned her ability to rule, who were clearly not members of the BloodFang pack, were amazed and didn’t question her abilities anymore.
They sang Lyra’s praises, and the BloodFang pack’s heart soared with pride. However, Lyra was oblivious to these things. Her mind was on Xavier, her beta, who had been with her for so many months. He had stood by her and been her voice, helped her rule and navigate leadership. He was like a big elder brother she never had.
Lyra sat by the bed in the ward. They had rushed straight for the pack hospital as soon as they arrived. Alvin got to work immediately and barked orders at the omega nurses.
A few warriors from BloodFang were outside the ward.
“You can’t stay here. Please hold on in the waiting area.” Alvin spoke to the warriors at the door before stepping in to check on the patient.
“Lyra, you need to rest or wait outside—”
“I’m not leaving him.” She snapped.
“But—” Alvin tried to persuade her, but one look at her hard expression, the stubborn set of her chin, and he sighed and turned to Xavier, working with steady hands.
“He’s lost too much blood. We’re losing him,” He muttered, but kept working. “I can try to stabilize him, but his wolf is weak. It’s not guaranteed, especially with his wounds.”
“You have to save him,” She snapped. Gritting her teeth but not taking her eyes off Xavier.
Alvin sighed and stopped to look at Lyra for a second. “I cannot guarantee that. He’s in the goddess's hands now.”
He worked for close to an hour, sweat dripping from his eyebrows, as Xavier tried to wake but went into shock three times. Each time, there seemed to be something blocking his life force and preventing his healing. So, every time he tried to cling to consciousness, there was a warring between his wolf and whatever the Lycan must have inflicted on his body during one of those torture sessions since the moment he was taken to their camp.
Minutes passed slowly, yet no progress.
Then suddenly, there were beeping sounds from the monitor.
“We’re losing him,” One of the omegas looked up at Alvin, suddenly worried. There was blood in her hands—so much blood as she had been trying to stop the flow of blood coming from his injuries, but it seemed to have opened all over again.
“What is this?” Alvin looked at Xavier’s lying form in shock.
He then turned to Lyra, who had suddenly faced him with worry and something more like desperation in her eyes.
“Alvin, what is it? Talk to me,” she grabbed his arms and looked between him and the omega, then at the blood. But Alvin stood perplexed.
“He’s not healing, and he’s losing too much blood. His system keeps rejecting the blood transfusion after sealing the initial injuries.” His voice, grave. “He’s dying, Lyra; it would be best to help him go easier.”
“He’s suffering,” Amaya gasped from the walkway.
Suddenly, Lyra stood up and grabbed Alvin by the throat. “You will fucking save him, Alvin. I don’t care how you do this.” She shouted.
“Lyra, stop. Please stop.” Someone cried out. Hands tried to pry Lyra’s strong hold on Alvin, but all proved abortive. Alvin was in a precarious situation here. He was this close to losing his life. Suddenly, strong, warm hands pried Lyra’s hold from Alvin’s neck.
Alvin almost collapsed to the ground and staggered backward, dizzy from the chokehold, while Lyra was suddenly face-to-face with Ryker.
“He’s our only pack doctor. You can’t kill him.” Ryker’s voice came out pleading while taking in Lyra’s expression. She looked hurt and was trying hard not to break down.
She looked vulnerable.
“Xavier can’t die.” She shook her head. Talking more to herself than to the people around.
“Alpha,” The omega’s scared voice broke the tension-filled room, and all eyes went to her. Only to find her looking pale, and Xavier was no longer breathing.
“Is he—is he,” Amaya whispered shakily, and she passed out.
“Oh, goddess! Someone help me here. Take her to the next room.” Alvin shouted and rushed to carry her before calling out to one of the omegas to follow him, leaving Lyra, Xavier, Ryker, and a few others behind.
The room suddenly became cold. Lyra stood speechless and walked slowly to the scene before her. The nurses had moved back to start cleaning up his body when suddenly Lyra snapped.
“EVERYONE OUT!!!” She roared. “OUT NOW!!!”
The walls shook from the impact of her ferocious roar, the omegas ran out for their dear lives, heads bowed in fear, while the men by the door bent their heads in submission. However, Ryker didn’t leave. He simply looked at her, stunned at the rawness of her power and strength. But this was not the place or time to start talking or thinking about these things.
Then Lyra walked over to Xavier and placed a shaken hand over his pale face, which suddenly looked peaceful. He had fought so hard, but the Lycans had dealt him torture. He was long gone, barely clinging to life. They had a way of leaving one’s body just alive enough to keep feeling the onslaught of their torture.
A strangled sob escaped Lyra’s lips, and her tear dropped on Xavier’s closed eyelids. Then something happened.
He twitched.
The movement was so sudden that even Lyra jumped in shock.
“He’s alive,” She croaked and looked at the door. ‘Fetch Alvin now,”
Alvin was back in less than a minute. His eyes moved from Lyra to Ryker, then to Xavier’s lying form on the hospital bed.
“He’s alive. Come look. He moved.” She moved slightly aside for Alvin to check in.
“But how?” His eyes snapped to Lyra before looking back at Alvin and noticing Xavier’s injuries that had refused to heal, slightly closing themselves.
“How is he healing suddenly?” Alvin looked at Xavier as though he had seen a ghost and then back at Lyra. Then he pointed at Lyra,
‘What happened to your face? Why are you suddenly bleeding around your eyes?”