Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: 0165

Lorelei POV

"If you aren’t ready, you can always leave with me."

Raven’s words echoed through my mind over and over as I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. I honestly didn’t have an answer for her, just like I hadn’t been able to give her one back on that stone bench.

I knew I wasn’t ready to face them. Not even close. But I also knew I couldn’t keep running from my past forever. What were Jaxen and her father even doing in this territory in the first place? Ah, shit. I should’ve asked Raven if she had any idea. At the very least, I needed to be prepared for the possibility of running into them again.

Lost in my thoughts, I let out a heavy sigh and pushed open my bedroom door. The second I stepped inside, however, my eyes widened in shock.

Skye was awake.

She was sitting up against the headboard, looking completely disoriented as her gaze slowly wandered around the room, as though she couldn’t figure out where she was.

The instant the door clicked shut behind me, relief crashed over me so hard it almost stole my breath.

"You’re awake!" I cried, hurrying across the room before throwing my arms around her shoulders.

The hug lasted less than a second before Skye immediately let out a sharp groan of pain, making me pull away just as quickly.

"Oh my... sorry!" I blurted out, instantly releasing her as I searched her face in panic. "I forgot you’re still recovering."

She gave me a weak look before rubbing at her temples with a small grimace.

"What am I doing in your room?" she asked, her voice dry and hoarse.

I blinked.

"You... don’t remember?" I asked carefully as I sat down on the edge of the bed and helped her settle more comfortably against the headboard.

She frowned, pressing her fingers harder against her forehead as she tried to sort through the fog in her mind.

"I remember going back to my room because my stomach was burning," she murmured slowly. "Then I started feeling really dizzy, and after that..." Her voice trailed off.

"You were poisoned," I finished quietly, but the words had barely left my mouth before her eyes flew wide open.

"What?" she whispered, staring at me in complete disbelief. "Poisoned?"

Her breathing hitched as more color slowly drained from her face.

"When?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "How?"

"It’s... a very long story," I replied softly.

Taking a slow breath, I reached over and gently rested my hands on hers, hoping to calm her before panic took over.

"A lot of crazy things happened while you were unconscious," I continued, holding her gaze. "Honestly, I think it might be too much for you to process all at once. You just woke up, Skye."

I was only trying to spare her.

Unfortunately, she was just as stubborn as ever.

She tightened her grip on the blanket and shook her head.

"I can handle it," she insisted. "I’m not as weak as you think I am."

A quiet chuckle escaped me.

Looking into her brown eyes, I couldn’t help noticing how pale she still was. She looked exhausted, like her body hadn’t even begun recovering from everything it had endured, yet seeing her awake like this filled me with so much relief that it almost hurt.

"Well... don’t say I didn’t warn you," I said with a small smile.

I leaned forward and fluffed the pillow behind her, making sure she was sitting comfortably before pulling the blanket a little higher over her chest.

Only after I was satisfied that she was settled did I sit back down on the edge of the bed and take a slow, steadying breath.

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