Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Dakar stood frozen for the next few seconds and didn't know what to do. Or rather, he didn't understand what was happening and didn't know how to react to it. Then he snapped and bent down.

“Av—Fiorella,” he called and held her arm. She had suddenly become so hot and red. He felt his breath becoming shorter and getting hooked in his lungs.

“Babe,” he called again and held her hand up. He felt her pulse and when he figured out it was barely there, he gathered her up in his arms swiftly and sped all the way to his room. He mindlinked Camper to find help immediately as he laid her in his bed. He alerted Verona too, and she came running to the house immediately for she was returning from her own house after going to get her phone for Avril to be able to call her Mafia family in Tijuana when they step out of Remus.

“What happened to her?” Verona panicked as she ran into the room.

“I don't know. She just fell while we were making out. I don't know what's going on,” Dakar answered hastily and Verona thought he was going to cry. She however sat beside Avril on the bed and looked at her reddening skin. She touched her forehead and got burnt. Then she looked at Dakar and noticed his complexion was also slightly red.

“Do you feel hot? Prince Dakar?” she asked and he paused from his obvious palpitations.

“Y-yes. I do. Why?”

“Fiorella is very hot. Her skin is red.”

He frowned at her.

“I can see that. Why do you think I'm panicking here?”

“You ate turning red too. And you're also feeling hot.”

Dakar peered at her for five seconds.

“What you're saying is?”

“Whatever is happening to her is happening to you too. But the effect on her is greater because she's just human.”

“And what could be the issue? What would affect her and still affect me?”

“Did you do anything together?”

“I just told you we were making out.”

“Did you take anything that might be hazardous. This seems like a sort of poisoning to me.”

Dakar's heart fell as he stared at Verona. Could it be that his weed was the cause? He had gone to smoke when he told her he was going someplace else. He kissed her almost immediately he was done. Could it be it? His heart was threatening to jump out of his mouth as he suddenly resumed pacing around again. Verona peered at him and he halted and frowned at her.

“The next time you try to read my mind I swear I'm going to lock you inside your own mind as a prisoner,” he threatened deathly and Verona flinched backwards. She had truly tried to read his mind. But just like always, he figured her out.

“I'm sorry,” she simply apologized, shrugged and turned to look at Avril. She held her burning arm and pressed her palm soothingly. That moment, Camper tore in with two men behind him.

“What happened? How is she?” he asked immediately and the two men hurried to her without even greeting the Prince.

“She fell unconscious and her body is red and hot,” answered Dakar as Camper came to stand beside him.

“Jeez, what's happening to you? You look... terrible,” Camper stated as he noticed the red of Dakar's face.

“I know. Verona thinks it's poison we both took,” Dakar replied and crossed his arms while staring at the doctors frantically pulling out things from their suitcases and applying it to Avril's mouth, face and skin.

“Or it could be that she didn't heal properly from Ñiraka's attack and poison,” Camper stated. Dakar sighed as he realized he had not gone to see Ñiraka ever since he went there that day. He wondered how she would be faring knowing the kind of lady she was. Well, it served her right. So he thought.

After watching the doctors for close to ten minutes, they finally relaxed and exhaled.

“She's fine. Nothing seems to be wrong with her biologically so there's no poison. She's as healthy as she can be,” one of the doctors spoke up.

“So you are saying she just fainted for no reason?” Dakar asked, not knowing whether to be happy about what the doctor said or be even more worried.

“Well, there are guesses that she is going through some emotional, psychological or even spiritual changes. She was saved from death through our generational knowledge and use of herbs that have extraordinary powers. Sure, that can't have a biological side effect since most of those medicines are not even biologically proven. Whatever is happening to her is not serious. She just needs a lot of rest to calm her mind and soul,” the other doctor explained.

“But why is this also affecting him? Look at his complexion... though it isn't as bad as it was five minutes ago,” Camper stated. The doctors looked at each other and the second one sighed.

“I believe you must have imprinted on her, your highness,” he said and Verona and Camper looked at Dakar. Dakar pursed his lips and looked away.

“That is one step towards making her your alternate mate and perhaps, the process is already started and is showing off on you too,” the first doctor added.

Dakar gulped and nodded.

“Thank you for your kind work and for rushing here. You may now go,” he excused them. They bowed their heads slightly and packed up their things then left the room.

“You imprinted on her?” Camper asked with a slightly high tone because of how surprised and unbelieving he was. Dakar frowned at him then walked to the bed to sit beside Avril. He sat down and held her hand. Her color was returning and her temperature had reduced.

“God! When did this happen?” Camper asked and walked towards Dakar.

“I was so worried when she was unconscious that I must have triggered a lot of emotion and imprinted on her,” Dakar explained without taking his eyes off Avril.

“Wow. Does this mean you're actually going to take her as your alternate mate? Dude, she's human.”

“I don't know that, Camper. I have no idea she's human.”

Camper rolled his eyes to that act of sarcasm portrayed by his friend.

“Fiorella is gonna be so surprised about this,” Verona finally spoke up. She was so happy on the inside it was hard to stop herself from smiling. When wolves imprinted on someone, it meant it had to be that person. Only that person. They're willing wholeheartedly to mate with that person and be the one for them. When two wolves imprint on each other, their emotions and actions synchronize. It's just like two stubborn humans who are so madly in love with each other that they are willing to run away just to be together.

Now that Avril was imprinted, it meant she would be the one to be his alternate mate. And that meant she would be the one he would marry. And that meant...she was future Luna. For the first time in years, Verona wanted to scream, squeal, giggle, jump and clap her hands like a six year old. Oh she couldn't wait to tell Avril! And this also proved that her theory of Avril and Prince Dakar having a connection was true. He didn't remember her, yet he imprinted on her. That could only mean something was pulling him to her. Yes, Verona was so sure of this. So sure.

“Camper, could you please accompany me to go see the girls and tell them about Avril being unwell again?” she asked.

“I don't think we should bother them about this. They'll be worried again,” Camper replied and Verona gave him a hard glare. He flinched and froze at her.

“Let's—go,” she drawled between gritted teeth with her glare and his feet automatically began to move towards the door.

“Excuse us, please, my Prince,” she said and walked ahead of Camper.

When they got out of the room and towards the stairs, Camper rushed up to her.

“We really don't have to tell them you know. They always get so worried about her.”

“I know dummy. I just wanted us to excuse them so they could have some privacy. You sure know there is a word called privacy, don't you?” Verona scolded and Camper smiled.

“You sly girl,” he commented and they walked down the stairs together.

Back in the room, Dakar kissed Avril's head and walked to his closet. He picked a red jacket, a pair of sunglasses and a rubber band. He tied his hair in a neat bun up his head, donned his sunglasses and red velvety jacket, then wore boots and headed out of the closet. He took one look in the mirror and saw Avril's reflection in it. She was sitting up, with tossled hair and wearing her white nightgown. She yawned and stretched her arms.

“Where are you going dressed like that, baby?” she asked yawning again.

“I need to go to Milan for some business,” he answered still looking at the mirror.

“Great, get me a box of pastries, would you sweetie?” she asked and tried to arrange her hair down on her shoulders.

“I could make you some instead,” came his reply.

“No. Sometimes, outside food tastes just right for a certain mood. Like the one I'm in right now,” she said and climbed down from the bed. She turned around to look at him, gave him a heartwarming smile and rubbed the ring on her finger. It was a double band with a big cut diamond on the first one. The ring dated back to the 1700's and had been passed on to him as a generational treasure. It had been stored in his threshold for decades amongst a lot more jewels. But he decided that Avril should have it. He wedded her with it and was simply the most beautiful piece of jewel as it graced her hand.

“I love you, Avril. I love you so much,” he muttered as she was giving him that smile.

Finally, Dakar turned around from the mirror and looked at the bed. Avril was sleeping soundly and her chest kept rising and falling as the only movement she was making. He rubbed his forehead at his crazy yet soothing daydreaming. He walked to her and kissed her cheek, lingering a little. He traced her left hand and rubbed his fingers against her ring finger before kissing it.

“Soon, baby. Soon. Just a bit more time,” he whispered and dropped the hand. He stepped back, took one last look at her then smiled and walked out making sure to grab a key from his key shelf before heading out the door.

Climbing down the stairs, he dialed a number on his phone and put it to his ear.

“Tell Lucas I would be meeting him right now as opposed to the time I said before. If he's not there in the next thirty minutes, I might burn down three times his property as he did mine,” he threatened in a ghostly, angry voice that got Vane shivering•

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