Pain surged through his body and the blood rushing to his head did not help either. He groaned but the sound did not escape his throat. He felt drained entirely and he did not en remember how he reached this state.

It was getting difficult for him to breathe and stay conscious but there was the only one thing on his mind as he slipped into the darkness once again. He was supposed to meet. She was waiting for him.

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"Adeline. . ." he breathed out before his head rolled back.

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Someone has pulled her down, he didn't know who it was but out of protection, his beast took over as his human form was drained of any energy due to heavy blood loss and delayed healing.

He growled and the people around him immediately stilled and left him alone on the ground. His head was paining like hell and the dizziness did not go away. The only thing that kept him going was his beast.

He was aware that his beast was pushing him back for the dress and taking over his body. If need be, then he would kill everyone surrounding him for protection. A wounded lycan was not someone to be messed with.

"Aye, my boy," he heard and his beast ground in the offence. Who was this person talking to? Another ground of warning left his throat vibrating through his chest making sure that it was heard.

His head was pulled up all of a sudden and was placed against something warm. His beast was ready to snap before the connection was made. He sniffed and immediately recognised who the smell belongs to. The beasts of both made connection and the boy calmed down.

"That's ok, so you are safe now." His father sighed in relief. "Don't worry now you're going to make a speedy recovery and get back on track. I promise you that it's never going to happen again." His father's words come him down along with his beast who was ready to fight with anyone who came to the way to harm them once again.

"Wha. . . . ped?" He slurred out. He could not even get his words out sprayed and his brain registered almost nothing. The only fact that kept him going now was that his father was here and he was safe.

"Don't worry kid," he felt a kiss on his temple and then him being lifted from the ground by many pairs of hands. "I'll take care of it."

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The next when he woke up he was in an infirmary. This was not a whole section of a hospital but something one would find in a packed hospital for emergency or regular needs of was because of which there was not much modern equipment.

Why had his parents brought him to the back infirmary instead of the one day her home? Given the royal status, they had doctors, the best of them, at their disposal in their own home.

He blinked twice to get rid of the blurriness and slight moisture which had when enough for his mother to know that her son was awake.

"Hello, baby." She whispered coming close. "How are you?" She asked and from his voice, he could feel the underlying tensions and the recent relief of him waking up.

He nodded and swallowed before answering, "Fine. What happened?"

Cassandra's eyes dimmed and he knew that whatever happened was not good too much so that she did not bother hiding her feelings and scent from him. "I don't think we should focus on that for now. Why don't I go call the doctor and we focus on your recovery? Hmm?" She fixed of hair with a motherly smile on her face and he knew that she was hiding something.

"Love," Javier, his father, came inside. He had her son waking up and the conversation that he had with his mother. There were some things that Cassandra did not have the heart to do because of which he was a part of this relationship as the dominant half. "love, why don't you go when call Nicholas and Alexander that is Xavier is awake now? I think they are waiting for our word."

It didn't take her a second to understand that you want to hear out of the room before telling Xavier what horrors had been placed on him.

She nodded and left not wife kissing her son. This was hard and she appreciates that Javier did not want her to be a part of this.

He angled the bed up and hugged his son before starting the conversation. "How the hell were you so distracted?"

"I was talking to my mate who wanted to talk about something important and somehow distracted me enough to not notice who was coming behind me." He snapped, irritated are himself as well to not be as alert as it was expected from him.

His father shook his head I'm disappointed. "That's no excuse, son."

Xavier shrugged. That was all he had as an answer.

"Your head had a crack in it!" His father thundered angered by his nonchalant attitude. "It was played from the middle with the force that you were hit with. Then you were injected with silver time and again to make sure that you stayed out for 3 days straight!" He roared but that did not affect Xavier as much as it did to Alexander. His beast was more dominant and it had instead taken offence to being yelled at.

"Fath—"

"Shut up!" He growled. "When we found you that was literally on you. Do you know how hard it has been for the last five hours to make sure that you got everything you needed since we could not transport you back to the realm?! It was a matter of seconds we could have lost you we found you any later!"

Fuck. It was more serious than he realised. He looked down at his own body every part that was visible to him except for the cloth was covered in bandages and the smell of antiseptic was heavy in the air as he now noticed it. Maybe that was why he did not notice it at first because his nose had gotten used to it.

Anger surged through him. Who that duck did this. to him of all. "What happened?" He growled at his father. Someone was paying.