My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 It Really Was Him

Laila’s POV:

It was him!

Raymond!

Nicky’s son. My Raymond..

I rushed forward and snatched Raymond from Samuel’s arms, pulling him tightly against my chest. I held him as if I wanted to press him into my bones..

He was terrifyingly thin. There was hardly any flesh on him at all, just sharp bones pressing against my hands. He felt like a small animal that had been stripped of its fur, pitifully skinny. A foul smell hit my nose. His hair was clumped together in sticky strands. I couldn’t tell if it was the scent of dried blood or something rotten.

But I didn’t care.

I just held him like he was the most precious treasure in the world, letting my tears run wild down my face.

He didn’t struggle. He was like a chick soaked through by rain, limp in my arms, not moving at all.

My tears fell onto his filthy face, washing down two yellowish streaks, but he did not even try to wipe them away.

The fierce resistance he showed toward Samuel, that wild urge to bite and run, was completely gone.

He was like a rag doll in my arms, utterly still.

Tears streamed from his eyes, yet his pupils seemed frozen, staring straight at me.

After a long, long time, I slowly loosened my hold.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist,

His nails were long and black with dirt. They dug into my skin so hard they almost drew blood. It was as if he didn’t realize how much force he was using. He just clutched me desperately, like he was afraid I would disappear

His gaze stayed fixed on my face.

Then he saw the bag of honey candy.

His tears poured out even harder. His lips trembled as he opened his mouth to speak, but only muffled sounds came out, like a little wolf cub whose throat had been crushed.

My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand.

My hand trembled as I gently touched the small cuts and wounds on his face. New injuries and old scars, one after another, each one felt like it had been carved into my own heart.

“Prince Vance, could you please get him a change of clothes and a pair of shoes? Is there a maid here? Please have some hot water prepared. I want to bathe him.”

“I already bought clothes for him. He just refused to change.”

The wolf healer had examined Raymond once before. At that time, Raymond hadn’t cooperated. The wolf healer had to hold him down by force to complete the check. He had gotten a general understanding. Raymond’s voice had been damaged by drugs, and there were addictive substances still affecting his body

The wolf healer came over and fed him some medicine with a spoon. Raymond did not wake up, but he let out soft snores.

He was too exhausted.

Samuel had said that over the past few days, Raymond had only slept in short, broken stretches. He never slept soundly. Whenever he woke up, he would bang on the door and slam into the walls. Samuel was a top Alpha, yet after staying up these past days, he had grown this worn down. Raymond was only seven years old and did not even have his wolf spirit yet. How could he possibly endure it?

When the wolf healer said he was just asleep, I finally felt relieved.

I sat by the bed and kept watch, looking at Raymond’s thin little face, so gaunt it had lost its shape.

His brows were tightly furrowed. Even in sleep, he did not look at peace. But the hand that gripped my wrist never loosened.

I gently wrapped my fingers around his in return.

He was so small. Nothing but bones.

Still alive.

His hand was still warm.

Still alive.