Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 299 Hello, Kitten BECKY I hadn’t expected that healers were forbidden to leave once they came to the House of Moses. After I had overheard the conversation between Adalyn and the head healer, I had waited until they had long been gone from the room and then slipped out. I headed right down the corridor I'd come from and once I was near Silas’ room, I traveled down the hallway and made an attempt to go. I needed to return to the clinic so I could tell Dickson all I had heard. I needed his intellect and opinion on how to proceed.

I would return once I had a plan, using Cassandra’s badge to get back into the

House of Moses. I had to find some way to stop Adalyn, and by extension, the healer, from carrying out their wicked plan.

Silas couldn’t be paralyzed or disabled by whatever drugs they intended to use. I wouldn't allow it.

But when I tried to leave, the guards stopped me in my tracks and my plan | began to fall apart. They explained that the Moseses had arranged rooms for the royal healers and if we wanted, the guards could bring our families here to keep us company. But no one was permitted to leave the area once they'd checked in.

If I couldn’t leave the information I had was useless.

The council meeting... if | remembered correctly, it happened twice a month.

The next one should be arranged in two days.

I had to find a way to get the news out.

Adalyn had to be stopped.

Despite my annoyance at the ordeal, I allowed the guards to escort me to my own room, and after a terrible night’s sleep, I woke up and returned to Silas’ room.

The other healers filtered in soon after and as the day went by, I formed a plan. Two healers would be arranged to look after Silas overnight, and I volunteered to be one of them.

The healer I'd spoken to yesterday mentioned it was a tough job. Since we would have to check his temperature and pulse every hour for their records, I wasn’t allowed to sleep at all.

Though that sounded miserable, it also gave me access to Silas, so I couldn’t complain at all. I agreed to those terms and offered the healer a smile, explaining I was more than happy to care for the Beta of the Pack. It was my honor to take care of the unconscious lord.

Night came quickly and the other healers went to their chambers for some rest. As the hours went by, the other healer assigned to watch Silas began to yawn. She was an elder healer with a great deal of experience. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“This is the strangest patient I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” she said to me after a great deal of silence. “He’s completely fine but unable to wake up.

It’s so odd. None of us can do anything about it and there’s no use to check his pulse or temperature. There's no use

for us healers to be here at all, really.” She wiped her eyes tiredly and I wondered if she took on the task of watching Silas often or if she was simply just exhausted from the experience of being trapped in the House of Moses. I couldn’t blame her either way. This situation was strange, after all. His wounds were healed and yet he could not wake.

What had Adalyn drugged him with? “Have you checked the medicine Beta Silas has been taking?” I wondered innocently.

The elder healer shook her head. “The medicine is administered by the head healer, who is the best of us all. He has served the royals for a long time and

the Moses family trusts him the best.

No one is allowed to even touch the medicine he’s prescribed.” Inodded and resisted the urge to sigh.

Of course, no one was allowed to see the medicine. If they did, they would likely deduce that this was a bad situation and that the Beta was being drugged and kept in a coma.

“I’ll take the responsibility of recording,” I offered. “You can rest for a while. Both of us don’t need to be awake to do a simple job like this.” The healer considered the idea and then nodded. She sat on one of the chairs nearest the window, leaned back, and closed her eyes. She drifted off soon after, the sound of her soft snores filling the room. The other chair was occupied by the only other person

in the room besides us and Silas, a maid. She had fallen asleep long ago and snored just as the healer did.

I recorded Silas’ pulse and temperature, forcing down the sadness that swelled within me at this terrible circumstance. Once I was done writing them down, I waited to make sure the healer’s breaths were slow and steady.

Once I was sure, I snuck out of the room.

As I walked down the corridor, I searched for the room I’d hidden in yesterday. I remembered I had seen a phone on the desk, and while I didn’t know if it was working or merely a decoration, I needed to find out.

The corridor was silent. No servants were around at all. I supposed the area was used mainly for meetings or

working on paperwork, which meant no one would notice this place so late at night. It was advantageous for certain, I just needed to be quick. If the other healer or maid woke up, things would go south quickly.

When I managed to locate the room, I looked around and double-checked the corridor, making sure that no one was there. Once I was sure, I slipped into the room. I didn’t dare turn on the light. It would tip off my presence too easily, so I waited until my eyes were used to the darkness and then walked toward the desk. Moonlight poured through the windows and I used it to find the phone.

I picked it up and was surprised to find it was working. Excitement filled me. I dialed the number of the clinic and prayed that Dickson would pick it up

right away.

But before he could answer, the door suddenly flew open and then the lights were turned on. The brightness pierced my eyes and panic flooded through me as I saw the people standing in front of me.

One of them was the maid I thought was fast asleep snoring against the wall.

And the other was Adalyn Moses.

Her golden, cat-like eyes, stared at me wickedly and her red-painted lips curled into an amused smile as she studied me.

“Well, well, well,” she remarked. “The naughty kitten has finally been caught.” [ wanted to run but knew there was no

escape. I began to sharpen my nails into claws but before I could get my free hand prepared to fight, Adalyn walked over and grabbed my neck. Her fingers tightened around my throat and she used her other hand to hang up the phone.

She stared deeply into my eyes.

“I'm deeply interested in why you would want to use the phone so late at night,” she said. “So you’d better start talking, kitten.”