Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 295 Sneak into the House of Moses Za BECKY This was the boldest thing I'd ever done in my life.

I had always been a good girl. I rarely lied and rarely got myself into any sort of trouble. I obeyed the wishes of my mother and everyone else without any complaint.

But things had changed. This time, I had lied more than I’d ever done in total over all these years.

I'had assumed the identity of a royal healer and used my invented position to sneak into the House of Moses.

Cassandra had left her official badge in the clinic and I saw no other option

than to pretend. So, I did all I could to disguise both myself and my scent. I changed my usual style of clothing to one that was more professional. I switched out my glasses and made sure that my hair was neat and orderly. I had to pass as a royal healer and they often appeared very well-dressed and put together.

Dickson had been against the idea when I had proposed it to him. He didn’t like the plan of sneaking in to infiltrate the House of Moses and insisted I could do nothing to help Silas.

“It’s too late for him,” he insisted.

“He’s too close in proximity to his family and there’s no way you can take care of him without them noticing. The second they see you together, it’s over, Becky. It’s too dangerous to go there.”

“I have to try, Dickson,” I pressed despite his protestations. “I have to try.” “Do you want to mate with Silas?” Dickson blurted out and my cheeks grew hot. It was a very personal question to ask, especially considering our shared history.

“This has nothing to do with romance,” I replied sharply as irritation swelled in my belly. “I can’t just wait here while he’s in there dying.

I'was the one who told him to help his Alpha rather than stay here in Anemond. If he’s in danger then it’s partially my fault.” “That’s not true and you know it,” Dickson replied and his sky-blue eyes locked on mine with intensity. He

pushed his dark-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and took a step forward. “It isn’t your fault and you shouldn’t hold yourself responsible.

Silas is the Beta. His duties should have been with the Alpha King regardless.

You need to stay out of this.” “I can’t,” I fired back and I turned away from him before I could shed a tear. “I'm a healer, Dickson. I can’t just stay here and act like this isn’t happening.” He exhaled heavily. “You might be a healer but you can’t save everyone in danger-" “I’m going to save this one,” I interrupted him, and before he could utter another word, I grabbed the badge and left the clinic.

Even though my heart pounded in my

chest and my hands shook at my sides, I walked straight toward the House of Moses with my head held high.

Thankfully, it wasn’t very difficult to sneak in. All T had to do was flash my badge at the entrance and an armed guard allowed me to pass through. He didn’t ask for any additional information from me at all. It was a little funny how easy it was but I thanked the Moon Goddess for giving me a bit of good luck.

At first, I thought Oliver or Adalyn might recognize me straight away, but they were nowhere to be found. I roamed the halls and peeked around, but there was no sign of the former Beta and his awful daughter. They were likely busy with whatever scheme they had hatched up next, so I decided to use that to my advantage.

When I arrived in Silas’ chamber, I was sadly surprised to discover that Dickson had been right. = It seemed like there was nothing I could do.

Silas was lying in bed, tucked into some sterile-looking white sheets. His skin was ashen and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He was unconscious and when I spoke with the healer present, he informed me that the Beta of the Pack had been in a deep coma since he arrived.

There wasn’t anything any of the royal healers could do. After I made up a name for myself and explained vaguely that I was a new healer, I came to learn that they had tried everything in their power to make him better. Medicines, balms, serums, all had been used to

heal him but only the wounds on his skin had started to heal. He was still fast asleep and showed no signs of rousing any time soon.

He was emaciated and appeared almost frail. Silas had always been a lean man, but he was so thin and sick-looking. It was a horrid thing to see and it made my heart ache so badly I thought I would perish.

For the first time, I began to regret that I had said all of those words to Silas back in Wild Crawler. I knew he would want to be a loyal Beta. I knew he was different than his father. And for the first time, I thought he wasn’t as large and strengthful. Here in this bed, he appeared like a child, a pitiful little boy suffering from something he never should have been suffering from.

I spent that whole day in Silas’ room. I stayed with the other healers, doing what we could and spending the rest of the time praying for his health. It seemed that all we could do was pray to the Moon Goddess for his fast recovery.

After a while, I began to wonder if I should stay. It was dangerous for me to be there alone, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Yet, I remained.

Sometime in the evening, the head servant stepped into the room and informed everyone that Lord Oliver and Lady Adalyn would be coming to visit. This message caused quite a stir among the healers. Though they didn’t dare to speak loudly, they whispered and appeared restless.

“What’s wrong?” I asked one of the

healers closest to me.

“Lord Oliver will be angry if he finds that Silas’ condition hasn’t improved,” he replied quietly. “He has been this way for the past few days. You should remain silent and keep your head lowered. If you're lucky and play it safe, you should be alright. But there’s a chance Lord Oliver will take his anger out on you. Since you're the newest among us, you'll likely get picked.” I suddenly felt chilled to the bone. I knew if Oliver Moses recognized me, I was doomed. I wanted to leave but the healer told me no one was able to leave at this point, even if their house was on fire.

Just as he finished speaking, the door to Silas’ chamber opened again and Oliver and Adalyn walked in.

All the healers bowed their heads as they entered and I managed to get behind everyone. I tried to hide. myself in the corner, far away from the Moseses, and my heart raced.

Just like the healer said he would be, Oliver was extremely angry. His voice was very coarse and sounded tired. He first scolded the head of the royal healers and then searched the room for someone else. I could feel his gaze as it traveled around and braced myself to get chosen.

But before he could say anything, Adalyn started to speak. She sounded equally tired, but there was almost an expression of contentment on her face.

“It’s meaningless to vent your anger on these poor healers,” she remarked.

“They’ve done all they can to heal Silas. I'm sure he will be just fine, Father. He has always been blessed by the Moon Goddess. Besides, we have more important issues to discuss. We still haven’t found our king and we need a plan to stabilize the country.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.