Chapter 156: Chapter 156

“Take care of me or make me beg and cry.” I snorted and rolled my eyes at the wicked Alpha, who only knew nothing but to bully me.  “Jerk, I don’t…”

Before I could complete my words, a leisurely Asher strode into the mansion living room, interjecting the playful atmosphere. Upon seeing Asher’s condition, our expression changed immediately.

“Asher?” Wyatt arched his brows, and I sat up, my actions causing me to be in between my mates.

I took a glance at Asher and frowned slightly. I hadn’t seen Asher in just a few weeks; how could he look so sick, pale, and frail as if he had been sick for months? What’s happening to him?

Asher’s face was wan; there were dark circles and big eye bags under his eyes; his lips were chapped and dry; and his face was as pale as a sheet. His figure was thin and frail as if he could be blown away by a breeze, which was a contrast to his typical self!

My eyes landed on Asher, and my face wrinkled in a frown. Somehow, seeing Asher like this makes my heart hurt a lot. It was as if I had been pierced deeply, making me feel so uncomfortable. I don’t like to see him like this; I rather enjoy seeing him in his typical bubbly self.

Asher sat opposite us and brushed a curious glance at the three of us. He covered his lips and coughed slightly before inquiring in a low and hoarse voice, “You’re together now?”

Wyatt nodded calmly and responded seriously, “Hm.”

Asher took a glance at Oswald and Wyatt before his eyes finally landed on me. He uttered while staring into my eyes with several mixed and complex, indecipherable expressions in his eyes, “Congratulations.” As soon as he completed his words, he broke the glance and stared away from me, his face regaining calm and his eyes turning glazed.

My brows knitted and my lips pressed in a line. Am I the one thinking too much? Somehow, I can't help noticing the sadness that exudes from Asher. It made me believe that Asher is unhappy. Can it be that something is wrong with Asher somewhere? I blinked my eyes and parted my lips to ask Asher...

“Why is your face pale? You are sick again.” The sudden question from Oswald interjected my question.

Asher shrugged and coughed while covering his lips with his hand, causing his face to redden. “Yes.” He straightforwardly responded in a husky and deep nasal voice.

Wyatt’s brows contorted, and his eyes flashed with gloom. “A Lycan does not get sick. What is wrong with you?”

Asher shrugged and casually responded, “It might be the mate issue.”

Immediately it clicked; Asher hadn't found his mate yet, so there’s no way this won’t affect him and his mate. Of course, Asher’s wolf must have been longing and calling for his other half.

I eyed him in concern and inquired in a voice laced with worry and concern, “Have you felt the tug of your mate yet?”

Asher’s eyes fell on me. He stared at me seriously, shook his head, and responded, “No.” If Asher hadn’t felt the tug of his mate, then why was he getting sick? I guess a Lycan is different from typical werewolves. Will this happen to Arya if she... Touchwood. No. No. I can’t think like this!

“Let Filippa try to heal you.” Oswald suddenly suggested, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes widened. Trying to heal Asher?

Asher shrugged nonchalantly as if he didn't mind getting healed by him and casually laid back. “Hm.” He simply let out. His actions signified that I could try healing him.

Immediately, a surge of amusement overwhelmed me. Am I trying to heal a doctor? Regardless, I stood up and made my way toward Asher.

My eyes fell on Asher, and I couldn't help frowning at his state. Seeing him like this made my heart hurt a lot and tug with pain. I hope Asher will find his mate soon and stop going through all this pain. A wince spilled past my lips at the thought. Somehow…

I suppressed the chaotic thoughts that were coursing through me and extended my hands toward Asher to try to heal him.

Suddenly, a strong and electric current flowed from Asher and invaded me. The tingles that coursed through me were so strong that I cried out and pulled back from him. “Ahhh! Ouch!”

Oswald and Wyatt immediately sprang up and held me in their arms in concern. Their worried eyes landed on me, and Oswald grabbed my hands in his. He gently stroked them and asked in a voice vividly laid with concern, “What’s wrong, Filippa?”

Exactly. What was wrong? Immediately, my eyes fell on my hands, and somehow nothing seemed weird; even the current was gone, and it was as if nothing happened to me. Was this an illusion, or did something so strange happen?

My brows knitted, and I shook my head, not understanding what was happening. I folded my hands and unfolded it, and yet I couldn’t even get a feel of the overwhelming current. What has just happened now? I can't understand either. “Nothing.” I absentmindedly lowered my gaze to my hands and shook my head, not wanting to add more to their plates.

Upon hearing my words, Asher raised his hand to take a glance at me.

I pressed my lips together and took steps back from Asher while letting Wyatt hug me. I stared at Asher and Oswald. “I don’t think I can heal Asher; he can only find his mate...”

Before I could complete my words, Asher's wan face suddenly turned radiant, as if he had never even gotten sick.

I froze immediately. “Huh?” How could it be? I haven't even tried to heal him, but he's already healthy; how could it be? No matter how much I try to think, I think there's something wrong somewhere!

Asher nodded to me slightly and said, “Thank you.” His whole person was so calm and steady. It was as if he didn’t feel the same thing as I did!

I shook my head and waved my hands in the air, a surge of weakness overwhelming me. “I did nothing. It was all thanks to you. I’ll take my leave now. You should keep talking.”

Oswald and Wyatt held me and interjected seriously, “You can stay.” I could see that they believed I was leaving because I was used to leaving whenever they had serious discussions, but...

Right now, I already belonged to them fully, and I could also be called the Luna of the Power Axis Pack, which means that I have more than enough right to listen to their talks.

However, right now, a surge of sleepiness and weariness gnaws at me, and I wish for nothing other than to rest on my bed and fall asleep. “No. No. I want to rest a bit. Keep...”

Before I could complete my words, Oswald already picked me up in a bridal-style and raced toward our room. He gently laid me on the bed and tucked me in before planting a kiss on my forehead. “Sleep.”