Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

131 A Sick Chris

Rick's POV

God knows how much I wanted to defy Alpha Evans's orders and prevent his upcoming actions. But as Evans's Beta, loyalty is my instinct. All I can do is obey unconditionally, even if I would rather sacrifice my own life to stop this command.

"Yes, Alpha."

I lowered my head, trying to hide the tears welling up in my eyes. A warrior must not cry, just as he must never betray his loyalty to his Alpha.

Alpha waved me away and turned his back. "Go."

By the faint moonlight, I took one last look at Alpha.

To many, the name Garfield Evans is synonymous with evil and cunning. In his high position, he has borne the brunt of envy and slander. But only those close to him, like me, truly understand that this man possesses the most precious quality of a werewolf: loyalty.

More than that, Evans's loyalty is not just devoted to his mate and his kingdom; he bestows it generously upon the Black Mountain pack. Over the years, he has never abandoned a single subordinate, not even their corpses.

As I looked at Evans's lonely figure, the darkness gradually swallowed his silhouette. He was deep in the mire of his circumstances. Perhaps tomorrow, I would never see this great man again.

But even so, I had to leave his side, bearing the weight of his orders and responsibilities. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, grabbed the rope hanging from the wall, and leaped into the dark bushes below.

The patrolling guards hadn't noticed my arrival, nor did they notice my departure.

Sleepless, I left the royal castle under cover of darkness and stealthily entered Maria's home.

 Thanks to our previous meeting, this mansion was not entirely unfamiliar to me.

It took me less than ten minutes to locate Prince Chris's room precisely.

Bathed in moonlight, Chris was sleeping soundly, his breathing steady. His dirty blond hair lay softly on his plump cheeks.

I silently slid down from the eaves, carefully pushed open the unlocked window, and sat on the windowsill.

As I tiptoed to the floor, Chris happened to turn over in his bed.

Wearing powder blue pajamas, he now faced away from me. It seemed the Moon Goddess was on my side tonight. I couldn't find a more perfect moment to act.

Without hesitation, I took out the prepared sedative and handkerchief from my pocket, focusing on the task as I approached Chris's bed.

Just as I was about to cover Chris's mouth with the handkerchief, intense barking broke the silence of the night.

The little prince's eyes snapped open.

"Toby?"

Chris sat up with an annoyed expression, rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"Stop barking, bad dog! You're disturbing my sleep!"

Perhaps hearing its young master's command, the dog named Toby soon quieted down.

That was too close. I hid behind the wardrobe, suppressing my breathing.

Fortunately, the Moon Goddess was still kind to me. I heard the sounds of Chris lying back down. Peeking out from behind the wardrobe, I glanced at the little mound under the covers.

But then, to my horror, it happened again.

Chris's eyes flew open, and he waved his arms frantically in the air, his face showing terror. I could hear his breathing becoming more and more labored.

What the hell is going on?

I watched anxiously as Chris seemed to be suffocating, emerging from behind the wardrobe to perform first aid.

But soon, I realized a crucial problem: I am a killer, not a doctor.

Damn it!

I bit my lip, picked up the unconscious Chris, and rushed out of the bedroom.

The hallway on the second floor was dimly lit, and not a single servant was in sight.

With a touch of luck, I reached the most ornate door. After putting Chris down, I knocked on the door.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you not to... Oh my god, my baby! What's wrong with my baby?!" Luckily, my guess was correct.

From my hiding place in the shadows, I watched Maria scream as she picked up Chris. Finally, I let out a sigh of relief.

But just as I was about to leave the mansion, another figure emerged from Maria's room. Clearly, it was a man, and he was shirtless.

What the hell?! Maria was having a tryst with her lover in her and Prince Liam's mansion?!

I watched in shock as Maria directed the half-naked man back into the room while shouting for her servants and urgently ordering them to call a doctor and an ambulance.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, a panting doctor arrived with an emergency kit.

An oxygen mask was placed on Chris, who had turned blue. Under Maria's tirade, Chris's breathing stabilized slightly, and he was lifted onto a stretcher by the medical team. The ambulance sped out of the mansion's gates toward the royal hospital, disappearing from my view in the darkness.