I was shocked by his question. What did he mean? What was I doing with his gamma?

I turned to Benjamin and realized his shirt was half-open. The way I was standing, anyone would get the wrong idea.

Benjamin immediately stood up from the bed and bowed his head. Fear was clearly visible in his eyes.

“I was only healing his wound,” I replied, avoiding Adrian’s gaze.

Entering the room, he muttered angrily, “Healing how?”

My mouth dropped open as I finally understood. I raised my head to look at him.

“It’s my blood that heals wounds. I was just trying to help him.”

Benjamin nodded in agreement. He glanced at Adrian’s wound and said, “Alpha, you can have her heal your wounds too. Her blood is a cure.”

I frowned at Benjamin. I’d never offered to help Adrian. Why did he say that?

But Adrian didn't give me a chance to refuse. Instead of asking for my help, he replied to Benjamin, “I don’t need her help. Let the wound remain a reminder of her treachery.”

I ignored him and left the room, hurrying in the direction I was headed.

Entering the room where Jason was, I saw my parents seated on the couches. My children were awake.

My gaze fell on the food on the tea table. I was perplexed by its appearance.

“A few guards brought the dishes. They told us to eat and pack our bags as soon as possible,” my mother said.

I glanced at my father, the proud man who had led the pack for nearly three decades. Seeing him lower his head—a sight I’d never witnessed before—filled me with terrible sorrow. He seemed so ashamed.

I rushed to him, knelt, and hugged him tightly, resting my head on his shoulder. I mumbled, “I’m sorry you have to see this.”

With a shaking hand, he patted my hand. “Perhaps we have committed sins; otherwise, why would this be happening?”

I held his trembling hands. “Everything will be fine. I promise.”

My mother cried at the sight of her broken husband.

“Natalia, just promise you’ll save your brother. We can live poorly, but we can’t lose any children.”

I nodded. “I’ll do anything to save him, Mom. He’ll be fine. I’ll do everything in my power to find a cure.”

Turning to Jason, I began to ponder who could help. One name immediately sprang to mind: Max Harrison.

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