Hiding The Alpha King's Twins

Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Fleur still wasn’t entirely sure why she had agreed to come.

Perhaps it was the desperation in Syrus’s eyes. Perhaps it was the guilt that settled heavily in her chest when he revealed that Christian’s condition was the result of saving her.

Whatever the reason, she had found herself sitting in his vehicle, traveling toward the Alpha King’s residence.

The moment Fleur stepped inside the luxurious penthouse, she sensed the tension hanging in the air.

Doctors and nurses crowded the hallway outside a heavily guarded bedroom, their expressions strained and exhausted.

"What’s happening?" she asked quietly as Syrus guided her forward.

Syrus released a frustrated breath.

"Nobody is willing to enter his room."

Fleur blinked, confused. "What?"

"Unless they have a death wish." His answer made her stop walking.

Slowly, she turned toward him. A horrible realization dawned on her.

Her eyes widened.

"Wait. Nobody wants to go inside..." she said carefully. "And your solution was to bring me?"

Syrus immediately raised both hands.

"No. No. That’s not what I mean."

"It sounds exactly like what you mean."

"Christian won’t hurt you."

The certainty in his voice only made Fleur more suspicious.

"Why?" She narrowed her eyes.

Lawyers were dangerous creatures. Smooth-talking and manipulative. Capable of making disaster sound reasonable.

Syrus opened his mouth. Then closed it again. How was he supposed to explain?

How could he tell her that Christian’s wolf recognized traces of the mate he had lost? That every instinct inside the Alpha King responded to Fleur in ways none of them understood?

If he said that aloud, she would likely run before he could finish the sentence.

So he chose a safer answer.

"He saved your life, didn’t he?"

Fleur hesitated.

"Yes..."

"Then why would he hurt you?" Syrus asked with an awkward smile. "Besides, you’re still renovating his home. If he kills you, who’s going to finish the project?"

To his relief, Fleur nodded slowly.

"That... actually makes sense."

Syrus silently thanked the Moon Goddess.

"Doctor."

One of the physicians hurried over.

"This is Miss Swann," Syrus announced. "Explain everything to her."

The doctor’s exhausted face brightened with hope.

Fleur immediately regretted coming.

The physician spent the next several minutes detailing Christian’s medications, treatment schedule, and wound care instructions.

Most importantly, he emphasized that Christian needed food.

Immediately.

The Alpha King’s body had already lost too much blood. Without proper nourishment and rest, even a powerful Alpha’s healing abilities would eventually fail. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

After explaining how to monitor his condition and administer his medicine, the doctor handed everything over to Fleur.

By the time he finished, everyone was staring at her expectantly, as if she alone possessed the power to tame a wounded beast.

No pressure at all.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur approached the bedroom door. Her pulse hammered wildly.

When she glanced back, Syrus flashed an encouraging thumbs-up.

She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

Then she grasped the handle and pushed the door open.

The room beyond was silent. Massively elegant, decorated in shades of ivory, silver, and charcoal.

Yet Fleur barely noticed any of it. Her attention locked onto the enormous figure occupying the center of the room.

Christian.

He lay motionless on the oversized bed, his eyes closed. Even unconscious, he radiated dominance. The kind that belonged only to an Alpha capable of bringing entire packs to their knees.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Fleur nearly jumped.

A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion. They had trapped her inside.

Wonderful...

Turning back, she studied the sleeping Alpha.

Old memories resurfaced. Fragments from another life. Memories she didn’t fully understand, but that still managed to leave invisible scars.

Fear urged her to leave. To run. To escape before he woke.

Then she looked closer... And her heart clenched.

Christian looked terrible.

Dark shadows circled his eyes. His normally commanding presence seemed diminished by exhaustion. His face was noticeably leaner. His skin carried an unhealthy pallor. Blood stained the bandages wrapped around his shoulder.

Fresh blood. Which meant nobody had been allowed close enough to change the dressing.

At this rate, infection would set in.

Even Alpha healing had limits.

The realization sent a strange ache through her chest.

Before she could think twice, she crossed the room and placed the medicine beside the bed.

Following the doctor’s instructions, she reached forward and pressed her palm against his forehead.

His skin was warm but not dangerously so.

Relief swept through her.

Her gaze drifted downward. Despite his condition, Christian remained devastatingly handsome.

His sharp features appeared softer in sleep; more vulnerable, more human.

Almost unconsciously, she brushed several dark strands away from his forehead.

The instant her fingers touched him, his eyes flew open.

Fleur gasped.

A powerful hand wrapped around her wrist. The grip wasn’t violent, but it was firm enough to remind her exactly how strong he was.

Her heart nearly stopped.

Predatory silver eyes locked onto hers. For one tense moment, neither moved.

Then something changed.

The hostility vanished, replaced by disbelief. And... Longing. A raw emotion so intense it left her breathless.

Christian stared at her as though she were a miracle. Or a ghost.

His grip loosened slightly.

"You’re not real..."

His voice was rough and weak, almost broken.

Fleur swallowed nervously.

"I am real."

The words came out barely louder than a whisper.

Christian continued staring. His wolf stirred beneath the surface.

He could smell her. Hear her heartbeat. Feel her warmth.

Everything about her felt impossibly familiar as if fate itself had returned something stolen from him.

For a long moment, he simply looked at her, afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear.

Fleur tried to pull her hand free. The movement drew him from his trance.

His gaze sharpened––not with aggression but with need.

The desperate need of a wounded Alpha who had spent far too long mourning.

Before she could retreat, he gently drew her closer.

Close enough for him to breathe in her scent. Close enough for Fleur to feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough for her pulse to lose all rhythm.

Even injured, even weakened, Christian Wayne remained overwhelming.

A force of nature barely restrained by flesh and bone.

Fleur’s breath caught.

And for the first time since entering the room, she realized the danger wasn’t that he might hurt her.

The danger was that she was beginning to feel sorry for him.

And that frightened her far more than his claws ever could.