Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

“What happened?” his mate ran over worriedly. She too was feeling a great deal of discomfort all over her body.

She could see him standing with his back facing her. From his position, he was supposed to be peeing but he wasn’t.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Lavana, g-get my brother… or my father here… as soon as you can, please. I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mind linked weakly.

“Okay,” her gemstone materialized on her forehead and saying some words inaudible, she vanished.

***

The king’s chamber,

King Vellio was seated on the peach couch, reading an ancient-looking book with his wife wearing a short translucent red gown resting her head on his lap.

“Husband?” she softly called.

“Hm?”

“Is there anything that we missed during the preparations?” Queen Valeria asked.

“I don’t think so,” he replied, turning a page of the book.

Suddenly, Lavana appeared in front of them, making the queen sit up quickly.

“What… Lavana? What are you doing here?” the queen questioned.

“I’m sorry to disturb you two. But father, please come with me. Phoenix needs your help,” Lavana said with a pale look.

“What?” King Vellio put down the book.

“What happened to him?” a worried look replaced the queen’s interrogative look.

“I don’t know. But he’s in a lot of pain,” Lavana held her chest, “Please let’s go,” she implored.

The king nodded, “Alright,” turning to his wife, he said, “Honey, wait here, I’ll be back to tell you what happened later,” the king rushed to his daughter-in-law and she held his hand.

“Imperial garden, pavilion 5,” she muttered. Immediately her gemstone glowed and both vanished.

The queen couldn’t sit idly though. She quickly put on a proper gown and rushed out of the chamber, ignoring the guards and maids stationed outside.

***

Lavana and the king appeared near the fifth pavilion. They were stunned to see a buck-nude heavily perspiring Phoenix, with his back facing them, on the ground, struggling to get up with gritted teeth. His clothes were nowhere to be found.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Phoenix, what’s going on?” King Vellio rushed to him and knelt, trying to get his son to sit up but instead, Phoenix let out a heartbreaking cry. He could see that his son’s cheeks were stained with tears.

His anxiety grew. Phoenix wasn’t one to cry so easily. He’d never cried at any sort of pain since he knew him. There was no injury present on his body and yet he was reduced to tears like this.

“Don’t touch me,” Phoenix managed to say using the voice transmission technique.

“What?” the king looked bewildered.

“The pain is multiplied if you or someone else touch me, Dad. I can’t even touch myself without the pain increasing,”

“Then… what should we do?” the king looked more worried now.

Lavana couldn’t walk to where her mate was either. She had fallen to her knees, gritting her teeth.

“What’s happening?”

“Vee, what’s the situation?”

Peter and the queen had arrived on their different sceptres. They quickly got off. The queen ran to Lavana while Peter ran to the males.

“Lavana, what happened?” the queen softly asked, her tone laced with worry.

“I… don’t know,” Lavana managed to say, holding her chest.

Phoenix was trying to get up, to no avail. Instead, he coughed out blood severally.

Vellio warned Peter not to touch Phoenix, since strangely, anyone touching him would cause him unbearable pain.

“Go get the royal doctor,” he ordered Peter who quickly nodded and rushed to sit on his sceptre which quickly flew him away in an instant.

“Save him, please,” Lavana spewed out blood, alarming the queen even more.

“Lavana, don’t worry, he’ll be fine. The doctor will come soon,” she reassured her son’s mate.

“Take me to him,” Lavana pleaded.

“Okay,” the queen nodded and carried Lavana over to where her mate lay, still undeterred in trying to rise, despite the indescribable pain he was eating.

“Phoenix,” she hurriedly touched him.

“Lavana, hug me, please!” she heard him plead using mind link.

“Okay,” she quickly helped him to a sitting position and hugged him.

This, although shocking to the king and queen, was also good news. At least, Phoenix’s mate can touch him without increasing his pain.

“You’ll be alright, Sullivan, you’ll be fine. The doctor is on his way,” she whispered in a shaky voice, stroking his hair.

She didn’t mind the fact that her clothes had strangely turned to ashes after coming in contact with his body.

“Lavana, please help us take him to his room,” the king requested after he and his wife turned away. Although he knew he couldn’t really see the couple’s nudity being that they were werewolves, he still had to. And his wife doesn’t know that Lavana is partly wolf blood too.

“Okay,” Lavana nodded and muttered some words inaudibly. Her gemstone glowed and immediately, she and her mate vanished.

The king and his wife quickly got on Alvana, the queen’s sceptre and it flew speedily in the direction of their destination- Phoenix’s mansion.

“The queen took out a pale blue mirror from her spatial ring and it lit up soon enough and showed Peter’s face.

“Pete, have you gotten the doctor?” she asked worriedly.

Peter responded, “He’s treating another patient some miles away. I’m on my way to the patient’s house right now,”

“Hurry up, please,” she implored.

“I’ll do my best, royal mother,” Peter replied and the mirror stopped glowing, reflecting the queen’s tensed face instead.

“Don’t worry, dear. Our son will be alright,” the king reassured his wife, putting his right arm around her shoulders.

…

Meanwhile, the apprehensive Prince Peter had finally found the imperial doctor treating an official’s sick mother.

He barged into the residence and dragged the doctor away, promising the official to explain the situation later.

He made the doctor sit on Frander, his sceptre and they headed back at breakneck speed to the place, eventually landing at Phoenix’s mansion.

They got off and ascended the stairs leading to the entrance of the manor.

Upon entering, ignoring many tense servants, they ran forward to the high stairs that led to the upper floor.

“Hurry up!” Peter shouted to the perspiring brown-haired doctor who was trying to catch his breath.

Seeing that he wasn’t fast enough, Peter put the middle-aged man over his left shoulder and started racing up the stairs.