Fated For Lycan's Luna
Chapter 31

Everyone looked at Blake in surprise after hearing his declaration.

Except Alan. He glanced at my direction with a strange expression.

My heart tightened upon meeting his gaze. I quickly moved my glance away and avoided meetinghis eyes.

As for the rest of the people, they were quite hesitant and doubtful about Blake's declaration, afterall they just heard that the poison came from me as “Chloe’ and that there is no way that they couldobtain the antidote.

Blake, like the king that he has always been, was not bothered by their suspicions and justindifferent said, “My trusted aid and doctor is before you, Arthur. He is the most talented doctor inthe Silver Pack. You can rest assured that he would be able to produce an antidote and cure AlphaDean.”

"Me?" Arthur, who was just minding his own business and being entertained with all the farce thatwas going on, stiffened.

He stared and me and Blake with wide eyes, totally caught off-guard that his name was suddenlybeing sold off.

"Yes..." Blake nodded without a change in expression.

Seeing Blake giving him the look, Arthur immediately recovered to a calm expression and backed upBlake's claim with a stiff smile on his face, “Yes... It is indeed as my King has said... I can research anantidote in time as long as I am given all related information about the poison and Alpha Dean'scondition.”

Vanessa's eyes sparkled, she looked so happy hearing Arthur's statement. She looked at Blaketenderly and said, “Thank you for your grace, Lycan King Bluke.”

I could not help but frown upon hearing Vanessa using her coquettish and charming voice.

The farce finally ended and the three of us walked out of the study room.

Arthur chased us with a cheerful smile and a proud expression while he asked, “Hey, hey... did yousee how quick witted I am? Whew! The Moon goddess knows that if it was another person, you twowould be in trouble! Hahaha! I'm so intelligent I can get Blake's meaning in an instant right?!”

Blake on the other hand completely ignored him and gestured for me to continue walking as well.When he was ignored by Blake, Arthur turned to me and asked with a sheepish tone, “Hey, Chloe...Oh, dear Luna! Hehehe... About that poison, it is not completely unsolvable right? Could it be thatyou know how to create the antidote?”

I pursed my lips and remained silent. He was clearly interested in the poison and as a doctor, itwould really make him excited just to know about something that peculiar.

Or perhaps, he was feeling pressured after hearing Blake volunteering his name?

"Hehehe... our dearest Luna... Would you tell me how the poison works?”

“I have a brilliant mind and am a natural talent in medicine, you could rest assured that I wouldeasily comprehend if you could tell me how such a poison would leave an Alpha of THE red moonpack completely helpless!”

“Please... maybe I can even help you in creating the antidote, yeah? I really wanted to study thepoison and the antidote that is so impressive.” Arthur continued to go and pester me, but I refusedto say any word about it.

We arrived in the room, but when I told the production process of the antidote, the atmosphere Ican use ice to describe.

Blake sat on the chair and had an angry expression on his face, while Arthur choked and did notdare to open his mouth any longer.

I looked away before taking a peek at Blake to make sure he was really giving me an intense glare.

I turned to look at Arthur pleadingly, asking him to help me out of this matter. My heart startedbeating wildly.

But Arthur trying to save himself, he let out an awkward cough and made up an excuse,

“Eherm... I just remembered... I have to “research the antidote’ and put on some show for the RedMoon Pack to see... Well I must go out again to ask for a laboratory and start to research...”

Just like that, Arthur managed to successfully escape, leaving me alone and helpless, while I face theangry Blake.

“Blake...” I called out but he immediately interrupted.

“No... just as I have said before, I won't allow you to get hurt,” He declared firmly as his gaze fellupon me. The determination in his eyes was so intense that I could not help but feel warm yetconflicted at the same time.

“But... the ingredients for the poison are too strong for a normal carrier to hold them together. Onlymy blood had the ability to stabilize all its effects and become the perfect antidote... Besides, itwon't hurt me that much... so please.” I answered with pleading.

“He...only needed to drink the concoction for three days in a row then he will be all cured,” I tried toexplain softly.

Despite his anger, Blake patiently listened to me. The frown on his face deepened, he was clearlyrefusing to agree on my decision in silence.

“Blake. I am not doing it forcingly. I am doing it because after all the things I suffered, I still cannotjust watch my father die...” I answered, my voice started quivering as my mind replayed my father'ssituation. No matter what happened... even after everything he did to me... I still could not watchsilently as my father die.

Blake's eyes flickered and a helpless expression appeared on his handsome face. My heart trembledseeing him like this, unsure and conflicted. But I also could not back down and stood on my ground,patiently waiting for him to agree.

“If 1 only realized that this involves you hurting yourself again, I would have just kept mum and notannounced such a thing to them,” Blake muttered with self-blame. But when I notice his expressionthat hinted to me of his reluctant agreement, my heart started to feel warm.

“Please don't blame yourself, besides, it won't hurt me that much...” I reached out, taking theinitiative to touch his clenched hand.

With a pained expression, Blake closed his eyes and nodded. Clearly, he was fighting over hisprotective feelings and trying his best to respect my decision.

I did not waste any moment. Afraid that he would change his mind in a second, I stood up and tooka sanitized bowl and knife.

I raised the sleeves of my clothes, my arm that was ridden with scars were revealed.

“I have done this many times. I never would have thought that I would be willing to do it once againfor a family member..." I thought as I stared at the pointy edge of the knife falling into a daze.

The first time when I stretched out my hand and allowed my blood from it, I genuinely thought thatit was the key for me to be finally valued by the family.

Everytime I see the blood flow, I put on a hope that one day my affections towards them would alsobe reciprocated. I grew and as the number of scars on my hand numbered... but I did not receivethe love and acceptance I was craving from my family. What I experience was my hope and my heartslowly dying down.

I realized the harsh truth, I was just a human blood bank, that was all the value I have in the family...I could not help but feel the irony. I never thought that there would be a day when I would bepicking up the knife again for the sake of them.

“Chloe...” I was woken up by Blake's worried voice, his warm hand was placed gently on myshoulder. I turned around and met with Blake's sincere eyes.

I smiled, telling him not to worry. Then I looked at my wrist and finally used the knife to cut throughmy skin.

I grunted in the searing pain as the blood started to flow, dripping in the poison bowl.

On the side, Blake looked at me with his face filled with distress. It was as if he wanted to stop me atonce so that I would not be hurt any more, but at the same time trying his hardest to remain by myside and support me.

I could not help but chuckle upon seeing his nervous face. Then, I told him, “Don’t worry, once it'scut it doesn't hurt anymore.”

Finally, the bowl was filled and the antidote was ready. Blake immediately pulled the first aid kit,which I did not notice that he carrying.

He looked at my wound and used tender movements to bandage my hand once again. In aninstant, my hand was now very neatly bandaged.

"You did it so well...” I commented, “Back then, I used to bandage myself but it always ended up sougly...”

“This will definitely be the last time...After everything is done and your father is cured, I will neverallow you to hurt yourself again,” Blake firmly said as his brows firmly furrowed.

“If there's a next time, no matter who it is, I will directly kill them instead so that you would nolonger feel obligated to offer your blood anymore,” he added. There was anger in his eyes and akilling intent on his aura.

I took his clenched hand once again and said, “I promise you... this is the last time.”

It was rather amusing and moving at the same time. Who would have thought that I would finesomeone like Blake who would vehemently refuse to use me and my blood?

“The last time my blood was drawn, father personally took the knife and extracted it so that hecould take it to Vanessa. Maybe this time, it could be considered that the blood I would give himwould be a mean for me to return the blood flowing in my veins as his daughter.”

"He did that to you?” Blake said in a low angry voice, as if any time, he would burst out of the roomand come to confront my father. “How could he hurt you!”

I could only chuckle and feel warm, rubbing his hands to calm him down.

It was rather effective as I saw him immediately relaxed. Then, his gaze moved to the bowl andasked, “Are you going to personally deliver the antidote to him?”

Taken aback at his words, I was speechless for a moment. But in the end, I answered, “Yes, I have tosee it through... as a way to end our relationship, and a beginning for my freedom.”