Mated To Alpha Gregory

Adams’ POV

“Get the pack doctor!” I screamed.

My brother and I didn’t love ourselves, but Ronan was more than a brother to me.

As I stared at his body, which was getting cold, memories of our past came rushing back. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered some of the sacrifices he had made to get me to the throne and even after that.

“Please, Ronan… don’t leave me. H… how would I survive without you by my side?”

He couldn’t speak or move. He just remained silent, with his eyes closed, and his lips sealed tight.

Lilith had run out to get the doctor, so it was just us alone. I crossed my fingers with each other and put my hands on his chest.

“One… two… three.” I applied pressure on his chest, blew some air into his mouth, and repeated the process up to three times, but he didn’t move.

My black robe was now stained with his blood, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was bringing him back to life.

I began pacing around the bathroom anxiously. I was not sure of what to do. As I could not pin my thoughts around anything, I quickly lifted him up in my arms and carried him out of the room.

Raoul and Bartholomew were still standing on the spot I left them but this time, their faces had fear visible on them.

Two guards were standing with them as others ran helter-skelter around the house, carrying one thing or another.

“Where is the pack doctor? Where is Lilith? Open the door? Get warm water, now!” I barked so many orders and asked so many questions, running towards my room.

A guard opened the door to my room for me and I easily went inside with Ronan dangling lifeless from my hands.

I put him on the bed and stripped his torn shirt away from his body. His belly and chest region had many cuts and bruises, it made my stomach twist.

A part of his skin was opened, and I could see one of his ribs. Blood was pouring out of the hole, so I got a cloth and put it over it to stop the bleeding.

Lilith ran in, panting heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. How long she had run I didn’t know, but she had the pack doctor with her.

He was dressed in a flowing white robe with its buttons open. He must have been sleeping and had just worn the robe in haste when he was called. In his hands was a small box which contained his tools.

His eyes were wide open but looking deep inside, one could see veins all around them, giving them a red-ish color.

“Get me warm water, now! I need to dab these wounds and stop the bleeding.”

He put his hands on Ronan’s neck and wrist to feel his pulse. “His pulse is faint, He’s in shock. The pain was so unbearable, he couldn’t stand it so he passed out. He might remain this way for a few days or weeks or months or…” he shook his head.

Fear gripped me and my heart skipped a beat. I did not need to ask to know what he meant. A doctor shaking his head with weary eyes and a sad look on his face only meant one thing.

Almost immediately, Lilith dashed out and returned with the water in a few seconds.

Then the doctor reached for his box, and took out a clean white cloth which he dipped into the bowl of water, leaving it there to pick up something else from the box, a small bottle.

After opening the bottle, he let a little of the contents drop into the water. The water bubbled for sometime before becoming calm.

He dipped his hands into the water and took out the cloth. Squeezing it, he dabbed the face of the wound on the opened part and every other place Ronan was injured.

“Get me alcohol,” he ordered without looking up for once.

“Shouldn’t you always have that with you as a doctor?” I asked him as Lilith turned to run out of the room again.

I was tired of seeing her go forth and back like a common maid. She didn’t deserve to go through all this stress.

“If I had any with me, I wouldn’t ask for more, my king. I woke up abruptly from my sleep and came as fast as I could here with the Queen. How did you expect me to grab everything I need at a go when the matter required urgency?”

I sighed, knowing I was wrong to have spoken to him like that. It was a hard time for everyone and he was simply playing a part.

Lilith looked at me with pity in her eyes. She mouthed, “it’s alright,” before squeezing my hand lightly. The next second, she was out of the room and a few minutes later, she was back with the alcohol.

The doctor administered alcohol to the wounds and brought out a needle and thread to stitch Ronan up. He raised his head up afterward and poured a greenish liquid into his mouth.

He wrapped the wounds with bandages and rubbed the same greenish substance all over his body.

“Let’s hope your highness, I believe he will be alright. I’ll be back in the morning to check up on him and change the bandages.”

He bowed after and left the room with his tool box, closing the door after him.

I walked up to Ronan and stood beside the bed. His breathing was still unsteady, but it was better than before. He had a peaceful smile on his face, one that warmed my heart.

“He will be fine,” Lilith whispered in my ears as she slid her hands into mine.

My mind went back to how it all happened. From the scene at dinner to the assassination attempt. Why would Ben do something like that to me? Did he want the throne so desperately?

A sigh escaped my lips as I realized I was indeed in the midst of terrible wolves. First it was Lilith, followed by me, then Ronan. It was only a matter of time before all hell was let loose.

A knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts as Lilith and I looked towards it.

“I will get it,” Lilith said, and was walking toward the door when I held her back.

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She wanted to protest but stopped when she saw the look on my face. I walked slowly towards the door and put my ears on the door. I heard the sound of multiple heartbeats and asked, “who is it?”

“My lord,” came a voice. “We have searched everywhere around the mansion, and we currently have some men searching the streets and every house in the pack for your brother and the culprit, yet there is no trace of them.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I realized it was just the guards I sent to search for my brother and the man who tried to kill me.

“Keep searching and keep me updated.”

“Yes my lord.” With that, they ran off, and I returned to where I sat with Lilith.

“Who was at the door?” Lilith asked.

“The guards I sent to go after my brother and the culprit.”

“Have they found him?” She demanded curiously.

“No, they have not, but I told them to keep searching. He can’t run forever.”

She wrapped her hands around me as we stood, watching and waiting. We sat down after, and she drifted off to sleep.

I could not sleep as my mind was preoccupied with different thoughts. What if Ben was not the only one in this? What if my other brothers were involved, and yet they pretended like they did not know? Since I was fighting the masked man in my room, who did Ronan fight with? Why was he in his bathtub and not outside in the open? There was no way Ben or the man could have gotten far without being caught. Does that mean they were still in the building?