Chapter 8 BLOOD OF HIS TRUE MATE

CLARA

Out of curiosity, we rushed out at once and I saw Rhys being led by his guards to the throne room as the pack members followed behind closely with loud cheers.

In his hands was the ancient staff as he raised it high up in the air and everyone bowed at once. Genevieve ducked my head slightly as we both bowed, I threw her a playful glare as soon as we rose up and she chuckled lightly.

I stood amidst the crowd, with Genevieve by my side, not wanting to be seen or recognized yet.

"The pack's glory has been restored!!" They chanted, throwing their hands in the air and soon the staff vanished from his hands.

"Huh? Where has it gone?" I asked Genevieve naively as she chuckled lightly.

"Don't panic, it has returned back to the vault." She cooed, calming me down and I nodded.

I gazed up at Alpha Ryhs as his eyes wandered around for a while until it found mine as our gaze locked.

He began approaching me slowly as the crowd began parting ways for him until he finally got me. His hands snaked around my waist bringing me closer to him as a gasp escaped my lips.

I didn't have much time to glance around but I noticed a twisted scowl etched on their faces, it made me feel uncomfortable. I think Rhys noticed it at some point as he vanished with me.

I gazed up to find myself in his suite already, his gaze bored holes into mine as he stared at me intensely.

"I told you I was going to handle this." He mumbled weakly and for a moment I stared at him in confusion.

Why that weak tone? I thought but shoved it out of my mind.

"And you did it....I'm sorry for making the pack go through...." I was still saying when he placed his hands on my lips, shutting me up.

"There's nothing to be sorry for!" His voice sounded faint this time around and I couldn't resist that feeling.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask, tilting my head slightly.

"Yeah...I'm..fi...I'm...I." He stuttered and before I could spell JACK, he collapsed heavily on meas my eyes widened in shock.

It was good I was close to the wall so I leaned on it, his heavy weight leaned on me also as I began shooking him but he didn't move.

"Alpha Rhys...Alpha Rhys!!" I called, shooking him vigorously.

"Guards!!" I yelled out insanely, I was damn scared. What could be wrong with him?

"Somebody please help!!" I yelled again and this time Killian came rushing in with some other guards.

"What's going on?" Killian asked, his pupils dilating in shock.

"Help!! He fainted....I don't know why." I said, my heart racing madly.

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Few minutes later, I sat on a stool by his bed stand watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slept peacefully with a cute pout. Huh? Did I just find that cute?

I took his hands in mine as I reminiced on what the medicine priestess said earlier. "He was given a weakening poisoning." I recalled the old woman's words. How did that happen? When was he given the poison?

"The poison was meant to nullify his powers and kill him slowly but luckily we found out about this early. The only cure to this is the blood of his true mate." Those were the words of the medicine priestess. This part got me devastated. "Blood of his true mate!!"

"If he isn't given the cure to this earlier, his powers will be nullified and he would eventually die." I recalled her words vividly.

Now, I was so confused. Was I really his true mate? Or was this just a fling? A one night stand would be better!!

I wasn't really sure of my feelings yet considering the fact that I just got a breakup recently from my incompetent ex, who cheated on me with my best friend.

Truly that night Alpha Rhys approached me, I felt sober and I just needed something to clear off my mind from that heartbreak. Alpha Rhys seemed like the perfect tool to use at that time. We just did it, it's literally what all adults do, no strings attached.

I really don't think I was actually attracted to Rhys, I was just using him to get over my ex. And this is exactly where the problem lies.

The blood of his true mate is the only thing that can save him right now. The question is Am I his true mate?

"Note that if he takes the blood of anyone apart from his true mate, then both he and the fake mate will live to suffer the consequences." The medicine priestess's voice echoed darkly in my ears, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

What if I wasn't really his true mate? What if I vouch and sacrifice a drip of my blood but at the end, it turns out that I ain't his true mate?

This was the real reason why I was being hesitant. If I was really sure about my feelings, I wouldn't have hesitated one bit.

I cared for him no doubt, I coherent help but worry about him when he fainted. But isn't that sympathy?

I decided to walk out a bit, maybe strolling would clear my head a bit from the stress and all. I arrived at my lodge as I went in and walked up to my drawer. Anytime I was confused about something, I usually scribble out my thoughts in my diary.

I wasn't an extrovert who had so many friends. I think Genevieve is the only friend I had here. My diary was my best friend.

I took it out of my drawer as I sat on a chair, a study table in front of me as I opened up the drapes of the window, allowing sunlight filter into the room.

I took out a pen as I began scribbling all my thoughts down.

Minutes later, I heard soft whispers coming from outside. I was never the one to eavesdrop on conservation but it somehow piqued on my interest and I found myself tiptoeing to the doorway.

" Princess Elena is on her way back here."