Soren was still working to save me when an attendant from the Alpha Heir's den burst through the door. "My lord, the Alpha Heir's mate has been suffering from stomach pains today. She's requesting Healer Ashwick come examine her."
Hadeon's expression changed instantly, open concern written across every line of his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Soren by the arm and pulled him toward the door.
Rowan Birchfall, my Omega attendant, threw herself at Hadeon's legs and clung on. "My lord, if you take Healer Ashwick now, the lady will die!"
"The Alpha Heir's mate only has a stomachache. Any pack healer can see to that. But my lady is hanging by a thread..."
"Please, my lord, have mercy on her..."
"Insolent wretch! The Alpha Heir's mate is of the highest birth. Who are you, a servant, to decide her care?"
Hadeon's mind was already gone from this room. He kicked Rowan aside and tossed an order at the servants without looking back. "Brew some ginseng broth. Keep her alive."
"The moment the Alpha Heir's mate is fine, I'll bring Healer Ashwick back."
Rowan scrambled to follow, but I stopped her. "Rowan, don't. Let him go."