The Lycan King's Sacrifice: She Escaped with His Heir

The antiseptic smell in the hospital hallway stung my nose like invisible needles—piercing not just my sinuses, but my heart too.

I stared at another payment notice, the numbers burning like a hot brand, making my fingertips shake. My brother Benjamin Green lay in the ICU, as pale as a sheet, expensive machines keeping his fragile life from slipping away. The doctor hadn’t sugar-coated it: without the next round of specialized treatment, he wouldn’t make it through the month.