Chapter 142

Ismena did not understand what he meant until he got to the home of Rado, the middle-aged male that was infected. One look at him, anyone can tell that he's sick. He was lying on the bed, looking very pale and coughing constantly.

His mate, a beautiful woman in her late forties, was sitting beside his bed, patting his forehead with cold water because he has serious fever too.

"Thank you so much, Alpha King, for coming." The woman said again, smiling warmly at Wolfaraine.

"It is nothing, Mara. Rado was my Sentinel a year ago. I should have been here earlier, but it has been busy." He asked, taking a seat by the fireplace.

The house was small but very clean and homey. It smells nice now, Ismena thought as she looked around for which of the chairs to seat on.

"Come and seat on me."

For a moment, Ismena was sure she didn't hear him right. But, the way he was looking at her, and elegantly patting his left thigh indicated that she must not have heard what she heard. "Huh?"

"Oh, my dear, yo