The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane)

The Alpha's Hidden Heirs

Chapter 166

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I slowly moved my face back, my wolf's words echoing in my mind as Grayson mentioned the word. "healer."

My wolf had once told me I would become a healer in the future, but I never believed it. If I had the same mark Grayson bore on the back of his neck, then maybe I could entertain the possibility. But I didn't, so I brushed the thought aside.

When I looked at Grayson again, he was staring at me-long and deep, as if trying to read my soul. His gaze sent a chill down my spine, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if he was possessed by something.

Clearing my throat, I stood up. "I think I can help ease your headache a little by brewing you some coffee."

I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing mine.

I froze and glanced back at him. He was resting his head on the table again, his grip on my hand firm but not forceful.

"If you want to help me," he murmured, his voice low and tired, "then help me get back to my car. I want to go back to the hotel."

I hesitated, considering his request. Grayson had helped me once, the night I was drunk. He had taken care of me with kindness and respect, like a true gentleman. Now it was my turn to return the favor.

More importantly, I couldn't risk losing contact with him. He was the only hope I had left for saving my brother.

"Okay, let's go," I said softly.

I slid his arm over my shoulder and steadied him as he rose to his feet. Thankfully,

he wasn't fully unconscious-just drunk-so he didn't put all his weight on me. Still, it wasn't easy to guide him.

With slow, unsteady steps, I grabbed the keys from the counter and helped him out of the coffee shop. Once outside, I locked the door behind us.

"Where's your car?" I asked.

"I don't know," he muttered, his voice slurred.

I blinked, stunned. 'He doesn't know where his car is?'

It was late at night, and the streets were mostly empty. If I couldn't find his car, how was I supposed to get him back to his hotel?

Frustrated, I glanced left and right, trying to decide which way to go. Finally, I started walking to the left, supporting Grayson as best I could.

With each passing second, he grew heavier, his weight pressing down on me. "Don't lose consciousness," I warned him. "Otherwise, we'll be stuck wandering the streets all night."

In response, he let out a low, drunken chuckle. It sounded almost maniacal, and I sighed in exasperation. This wasn't going to work.

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I stopped walking and tried to prop him up, hoping to flag down a taxi. But as I adjusted his weight, he suddenly leaned too far forward, nearly dragging me down with him. My knees wobbled, and I barely managed to steady myself before we both fell.

'How am I supposed to call a taxi in this condition?' I thought, annoyed.

I scanned the street, but there wasn't a taxi in sight. My heart sank in defeat. Raising my eyes to Grayson, my frustration eased slightly. His tall frame leaned heavily against me, and my head was pressed against his chest. I could feel the warmth of his body, and a sudden heat rose to my cheeks as I realized how close we were.

He had been my mentor for so long, someone I admired and respected. I had dreamed of meeting him, but not like this. My fate had brought us together again, though the circumstances were far from ideal.

"Grayson, can you hear me?" I asked gently.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

I took a deep breath, seizing the moment to ask the question that had been on my mind for weeks.

"I need your help," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "My brother is sick. Will you help him?"

Grayson remained silent, his head drooping further. I wasn't sure if he had heard me or if he was too far gone to respond.

Just as I opened my mouth to ask again, the sound of a car pulling up behind us made me freeze.

The door opened, and I heard heavy footsteps approaching.

"Doctor Grayson?" a deep, familiar voice called out.

I turned around instinctively, and my breath caught in my throat.

Standing before me was the man I hadn't seen in over a month. The man I despised with every fiber of my being.

Kane.

His piercing gaze fell on me, then shifted to Grayson, who was slumped against me. His expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he took in the scene.

The ruthless Alpha. The man who had taken my children from me.

"What the hell is going on here?" Kane demanded, his voice cold and sharp.