hapter 320 The Alpha’s Trial


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    Harold said nothing. His gaze was locked on the test results, mind racing at lightning speed.


    He had not expected it—Alpha Henry truly was infected with the Kajit virus.


    What shocked him even more was Henry’s condition. He looked perfectly healthy, nothing like a man at death’s door.


    Harold didn’t know how this was possible, but one thing was certain: a wolf infected with the Kajit virus–dangerous beyond measure—could not be trusted to lead Shadowmoon Pack, let alone guide all of North Continent’s werewolves.


    His decision came swiftly. He drafted a message to the royal family, urging them to revoke Henry’s title immediately and find a way to execute him.


    And, to sweeten the offering, he pledged his loyalty in the letter: “Furthermore, Alpha Henry’s good condition suggests he has a healer at his side. Find this Werewolf Doctor, and perhaps even Your Majesty the Alpha King’s illness could be cured.”


    Not long after leaving the York family’s estate, Aubrey drifted back into sleep. Henry didn’t disturb her. His eyes turned distant, then sharpened again with resolve. After a nce at Aubrey, he ordered the driver to take her home to rest.


    As for himself, he shifted into wolf form and headed straight for the Miguel family’s virusboratory.


    Werewolf Doctor Xavier had just sent word through their mental link: the antidote serum was finally ready for trial, and Aubrey had nned to test it tomorrow after a night’s rest.


    But Henry had already made his decision. She had sacrificed enough for the Kajit virus experiments–<i>too </i>much. The final step would be his.


    When he arrived, Xavier nearly dropped what he was holding. “Alpha, no! We can’t–Subject Three hasn’t cleared all safety checks yet. Ms. Mary was clear–she wants to personally verify its stability before anyone uses it.”


    Henry’s face was stone. “So she, an omega, can subject herself to it, but I, the alpha, cannot?” His gaze was sharp as a de. “In your heart, do I count for less than her?<b>” </b>


    “Alpha, I didn’t mean that-”


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    Chapter 320 The Alpha’s Trial


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    “Then inject me.” Henry’s voice was cold, absolute, leaving no room for refusal. “You’ve seen her. She’s exhausted. Her spirit may already be at its breaking point. It’s our turn to bear the burden. It’s only the final step–I can endure it.”


    Xavier hesitated. He knew why Henry was doing this–because he couldn’t stand watching Aubrey suffer any longer. And Xavier, too, cared for the girl. Atst, with a sigh of resignation, he picked up the vial of the newest serum prototype.


    The needle slid into Henry’s spine, driving the chilled liquid straight into him.


    Agony exploded instantly. Henry’s entire body convulsed with waves of pain so sharp they could drive a man mad.


    So this… this was what Aubrey had endured, over and over again, in those live trials?


    His jaw locked tight, sweat pouring down his temples, but in his eyes burned only a deeper ache–for her.


    The torment dragged on endlessly, until atst it began to ebb. His shirt clung damp to his body, drenched in cold sweat.


    “Alpha, how do you feel?” Xavier asked, voice tight with worry.


    Henry shook his head, ignoring the question. “Test the serum.”


    “…Understood.”


    Xavier drew a sample of Henry’s blood, cing it carefully onto the analyzer’s ss te. A crimson light swept across the surface, scanning, reading, calcting.


    When the numbers appeared on the disy, Xavier froze, eyes widening in disbelief.


    Henry frowned. He couldn’t decipher the data. “Well? What does it say?”


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