Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 301 Her brother CASSANDRA HB When Asher and I and a few Wild Crawler soldiers arrived at Keller’s, we were surprised to find that Dickson wasn’t there.

Instead, there was another younger man looking after the clinic, onel didn’t recognize. He had a gloomy expression on his bored face and his brown eyes rolled at us when we entered the clinic.

“I thought you were Dickson,” he remarked, then sighed as he shook his head in annoyance.

“Sorry to disappoint,” I apologized, though I barely meant it.

“Whatever,” he mumbled. “Who are

| you?” “We're friends of Dickson,” I replied vaguely, unsure of how much ~~ information to provide to a total stranger. “And you are?” He sighed, as if my questions were inconveniencing him, and then he . straightened his posture and began to speak. “Max. I’m Dickson’s friend. He asked me to do him a favor, which normally wouldn’t be an issue, but I didn’t expect to be babysitting a clinic like this. I haven’t worked as a healer in a long time. How am I supposed to look after patients?” He continued filling me in on all of the details I had missed during my absence from Anemond. Dickson had told him that the clinic hadn’t received any new patients and several others left the

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Finally, I cut him off.

“Where did Dickson go?” I wondered as I forced down my rising irritation.

Much to my dismay, Max only offered me a shrug. “I don’t know. He only told me to come here and look after the place. But if you’re friends of Becky, he left you a note.” My heart dropped at the mention of Becky and my eyes went wide. I exchanged a glance with Asher and then turned back to face Max.

The young man wordlessly pointed ahead at the reception table, and I followed the direction of his gesture until I

spotted a piece of paper.

rushed over and then unfurled the paper with my shaking hands. It took a deal of effort to keep from dropping the note entirely, but when I felt Asher’s reassuring hand on my back, my nerves quelled at least a little.

. Iread quickly and then turned to face my mate.

“Dickson didn’t listen,” I sighed. “He went to the House of Moses.” Asher’s sterling eyes darkened and his jaw tensed. “Of course he did. That’s the last place he should be.” I nodded in agreement and then reread the note. “He said he plans to get Becky out of there safely. He claims he’s thought it through carefully and going there himself was the only option. He

couldn’t let her be alone.” I passed the note to Asher and then pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers as a headache bloomed within me.

This was a foolish mistake on Dickson’s part. It was absolutely thoughtless. If he could have waited, we may have come up with a better plan together, but no. He had to rush into the most dangerous place in the entire capital without waiting for backup.

How could he have been so dumb? “Don’t be upset with him,” Asher spoke up and when I turned to face him, his expression was far more gentle than anticipated. “I can understand why he did it. I would have done the same if it were you in there.”

“It’s reckless,” I countered but my mate shook his head.

“It’s reckless love,” he said and then he reached out and brushed my cheek.

“Don’t worry too much, Cassandra.” I leaned into his warm touch but had to force a smile. “How could I not worry? Becky is in the House of Moses and we don’t know if she’s alive or dead.” “Becky will be alright,” he assured me gently. “Don’t forget, she’s still Silas’ fated mate. The Moseses wouldn't harm her.” Just as I realized he was right, I suddenly heard Max move behind us and when I turned around, I saw a confused look on his face.

“What's going on?” he asked me, and his eyes darted between me and Asher.

“What did Dickson do? You're acting like he’s asking for his death or something.” “It’s nothing,” I tried to assure him, but he wasn’t convinced.

“Something is up,” he insisted, and then his eyes narrowed at Asher. “Do I know you? You look familiar somehow.” A nervous pang traveled through me and I decided at once that we couldn’t be here for a minute more.

“Thank you for your help,” I said, evading his questions, and then I grabbed Asher’s hand. “We have some things to accomplish but Dickson will be back soon enough.”

[tried to tug Asher’s arm but he resisted and stood in place.

“Actually, before we leave, could you bring me the medical records?” he requested.

Medical records? I frowned at him in confusion. “What do you need records for?” My mate hesitated for a moment. He ran his hands through his thick brown hair and studied me cautiously.

“There’s a patient I want to take you to,” he said. “Before we leave.” My frown deepened. “A patient? Who?” “You'll know when you see him,” he replied vaguely and then he turned to Max. “Will you bring them?”

Max didn’t seem too keen to oblige but nodded his head anyway and then disappeared. He returned a while later with a binder in his hands and passed it to Asher.

“Thank you,” my mate said gratefully.

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for an explanation. I wasn't certain what was happening and I wasn’t fond of surprises, especially when the situation with the House of Moses and our missing friends was so dire.

Still, I trusted Asher, so I allowed hima moment to scan the records and waited patiently until he selected a sheet. He withdrew it from the folder and then | handed the records back to Max.

“Thank you,” he said again and then

he turned to me. “Come with me.

There’s someone you need to see.” Though I wanted to demand an answer, I simply nodded. Asher inclined his head forward and then I followed him down the hall. We continued past a few different rooms and once we reached the end of the hall, Asher stopped before the final door. Nervousness bloomed in my belly and a strange feeling came over me.

Though my theory was unfounded, I could sense whoever was behind the door was important.

Asher opened the door and after I took a breath, I followed him inside.

The light was dim and the patient was sleeping. I could tell it was a man, but the lights were so low it was hard to

make out any other features.

We drew closer toward the bed and I noticed his long, golden hair. It was a beautiful shade, and as I stared at it, a thought crossed my mind.

I had only known one man with hair that golden before, but there was no way.

It would be impossible.

I took another step closer and when I did my jaw dropped and I froze. My eyes welled up with tears and I began to tremble.

I knew it in my heart to be true.

The man lying in the bed was none other than my older brother, Ector Felix.