His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

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CPR was just to keep him from losing all breath, so I hastened up and carried the defibrillator with me to the ambulance, where the nurses were. Once I arrived, they shifted, and I struggled all by myself to shock his heart as it would fasten in bringing back his pulse.

“I'm going to help you. Should I increase it?” The healer who had approached me before I entered the ICU showed up at a dime hour when I didn't think of getting any help.

I nodded as I shocked his heart once again. “Increase it!” I yelled, my breath so raspy and tears struggling in my eyes.

This went on until I finally succeeded in reviving his pulse, then I turned to the nurses whose facial expressions were just so pitiful. “Take him back to the ICU. I'll be there soon.”

They joined hands to roll the stretcher, and the other healer helped me with the defibrillator.

I canceled my return home because I needed to look into his situation. I still didn't understand how he went into such a state when his pulse was stable before I left.

Along the hallway, the lycan prince showed up from nowhere, his expression suddenly cold. “Are you a healer of yourself, or are you working for the clan? We don't take werewolf healers, but we gave you that chance, and…

“I work for the clan, but with the ability I was blessed with by the moon goddess. The clan didn't train me for free; Aunt Penelope spent tons of money to see me through college, just so I would be a certified healer and save lives. Why did you change your mind suddenly? You wanted him to survive badly…” I stated, my voice was so weak as I had just stressed myself.

He breathed out and licked his lips, “Well, the lycan king has ordered that he be taken away from the clan…and if you insist on treating him, then you're leaving too…” he said, and just when I was about to respond to him, he added, “But I don't want that happening. Annette, you have to let go of him.”

I shook my head because I wasn't treating him as a mate but as a patient who needed to survive.

Finding the cure to that poison could take a lot, but I would go to all levels, because it would also be beneficial to them.

“I'm sorry, my prince. His people need him, so this is all I can do. What if I lose my gift because I refused to save someone? Don't you understand my point? I just told you that leaving the clan has never crossed my mind, so you shouldn't…

“Then you won't administer the treatment. I just don't want you near him anymore,” he cut me short, his voice commanding.

I couldn't stand it and looked him straight in the eyes. “What is it about you just now? How am I supposed to treat him without showing up? Don't pretend that you don't know that the other healers stay away from me.”

“Then…” he closed the distance between us. “You have to reject him first. If he sought your presence when he's healed, you're going to mention that we are engaged. Do you agree?”

My jaw dropped in shock. I had thought that he found out about our matebond with his lycan ability.

“What about your mate? Are you planning to dump the innocent lady?” I shifted aside his position, because I could still feel the pain of my mate's betrayal. So, how would that lady survive if he did this? “My prince, you have to stop what you're planning already. I'm not mates with that alpha, nor am I interested in any man…so don't even think of claiming me.”

He scoffed, "You're telling lies. I felt the connection between you two, so not like I was told. I'd known Samson a long time, and although he wasn't a rival, we weren't friends either. I heard of him choosing his mate's sister because his mate is wolfless, but I didn't bother to know who his mate was until now.” he lowered his upper body to fit in. “You're the mate he dumped, and you escaped into this clan…so I'm not letting you go with him again. If you refuse to reject him, then I won't let you treat him.”

Without letting me speak, he brushed shoulders with me and walked away.

I stood immobile, staring into the airy space, and my mind was blank.

What could this be called? He has a mate and wants to abandon her because of me, and then they would be thinking that I used a spell on him. Why would he be doing this? There was no way I could sever the mate bond since I didn't have a wolf, and Aunt Penelope advised that I don't reach out to a witch doctor, as it turns out to be black magic in the future and could take our lives.

If I also let him die, I could pass on too, because the bond wasn't severed properly. But in all, I didn't want it to be served because I wasn't interested in another mate.

I'd known the prince was picking interest in me when he was coming closer to me and slowly shifting his attention, and I hoped to refuse him if he ever brought it up.

Most times, I even lied to him just so he wouldn't come closer to me and pay a visit. Not because he wasn't good-looking, but I had finally become Androphobic.

That I was trying to save Alpha Samson wasn't because I had feelings for him anymore, but for my own safety, too. I also do not need to overlook an enemy when I was given this gift to work with it.

After so much thought that yielded nothing, I went over to the ICU, and the nurses and the one doctor were still there.

“I am Healer Xavier, but I'm mostly a surgeon. We brought out the many bullets in his wounds and the metals we found too, but no matter what we did, his bleeding did not stop, nor could his flesh be stitched. How did you do it?” Xavier asked while I reached out to the unconscious body and took a good look at him.

No matter how much I tried not to feel pity for his condition, I still found myself wishing he would just get up again like in the past. What kind of attack was set up for him, and keeping him this way? I still didn't understand why a family doesn't care about their son…even the Luna he replaced me with.

I heaved out and turned to Xavier, “The prince helped awaken his wolf, and his wolf helped to do the rest. His wound was poisoned, and healing him could take a long time, because there's no cure for such a poison.”

“For real? What's that?”

“Venom rogue poison. I hadn't heard of it, but it's too toxic, and I can say he has to be a strong wolf to have survived it.” I breathed out and turned to the nurses, “Are the researchers still at work?” I asked, and they nodded. “I have to see them because I will need their help. But there is something that should be done immediately to help sustain him and his wolf.”

With the help of Xavier and the nurses who didn't seem interested in leaving like the others, since I was the healer in charge, I was able to extract blood samples that would be used to study the venom's composition, then I placed a cold compressor on every part where he had injuries to slow down the venom's circulation.

I left for the research lab where they would use the blood sample, and we would find out how the poison would be treated. But the moment I stepped out to return to the ICU, two gamma lycans approached me and handcuffed my hands backwards.

“What's the meaning of this?” I asked them calmly, taking a look at their faces.

One of them answered while they dragged me along with them as people watched, “His majesty ordered your arrest for going against the clan healers association's rules to treat a werewolf who was once a traitor to the clan.”

A traitor? That's a fat lie! Samson was never a traitor.

They dragged me into the car they had come in, only to see the lycan prince staring at me like I was a criminal. “Your highness, what's going on?”

“My father gave an order, and there's nothing I could do about it.”

But I saw the lies in his words.

He was behind this, just so I wouldn't treat Samson, because he knew no healer would approach him there, and he would eventually be taken out of the clan.

“Stop the car, I'm going to reject him,” I said, with a heavy chest, praying inwardly that he does not initiate bringing the clan priestess to sever the bond entirely.