Alpha's Regret: Marked By The Lycan King

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Medical Crisis

Estelle’s POV

The truck bounced along the rough terrain, and I caught fragments of conversation from the two younger warriors sitting across from me. They spoke in hushed tones, probably thinking my supposedly inferior hearing wouldn’t pick up their words.

“Klein, did you hear what happened at the northern checkpoint?” one of them whispered.

“Yeah, Liam. Three more warriors down yesterday,” the other replied. “I still don’t get why the King brought her along. What’s a wolfless Luna going to do here?”

Klein glanced at me briefly before looking away. “She’s probably just some princess wanting to play explorer. You know how fascinated they all seem to be with us. She probably thinks that lycan territory is her personal playground.”

Liam shook his head. “The King’s lost his mind bringing dead weight to a war zone. We’ve got enough problems without babysitting.”

The woman warrior, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. Her voice was sharp and authoritative. “That’s enough. As warriors, you shouldn’t question our leader’s decisions.”

Klein scoffed. “What would you know, Bridget? You only joined the military recently. Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean you get to lecture us.”

Bridget’s face flushed red with anger. She opened her mouth to argue when the truck suddenly lurched to a stop.

“We’re here,” Clyde announced from the front seat.

The scene that greeted us was pure chaos. Warriors were rushing in all directions, carrying injured comrades on stretchers. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of smoke. Shouts and commands echoed across the camp.

Clyde jumped out of the truck and grabbed a passing warrior. “What the hell happened while we were gone?”

“Rogues broke through the eastern defense line,” the warrior panted. “They caught us off guard with a different route. We’ve got multiple casualties, and they used some kind of poisoned weapons. The King went to handle the main attack himself.”

My heart skipped a beat. Zayne was directly in the line of fire.

The smell of blood grew stronger as more injured warriors were brought in. I watched in horror as several men were carried past us, their bodies covered in deep gashes that weren’t healing. Even with their enhanced lycan healing abilities, the wounds remained open and festering.

Near the medical tent, I could hear healers shouting orders, their voices strained with exhaustion and panic. There weren’t enough of them to handle this many casualties.

Without a word, I started walking toward the medical tent.

“Hey!” Clyde’s voice boomed behind me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I ignored him and pushed aside the tent flap.

The sight inside made my stomach lurch. Two healers were desperately trying to tend to at least twenty or thirty patients scattered across makeshift beds. Warriors groaned in agony, some unconscious and others writhing in pain. In the corner, I spotted several bodies covered with sheets—those who hadn’t made it.

I approached the nearest healer, a middle-aged man with blood-stained hands. “What’s the situation?”

He looked up, irritation flashing across his face. “I don’t have time for—” He stopped mid-sentence when he met my gaze. Something in my expression made him reconsider his dismissive attitude.

“The rogues used weapons laced with wolfsbane,” he said quickly. “Heavy doses. Our usual remedies aren’t working fast enough, and we’re running low on the antidote ingredients.”

I scanned the medical supply table, quickly cataloging what they had available. Most of the herbs were common, but they were missing key components that would make the treatment more effective.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a spare set of medical gloves and a mask from the supplies.

“What the hell are you doing?” Clyde’s voice cut through the chaos as he burst into the tent with the others behind him.

He grabbed my shoulder roughly, but I turned and fixed him with such a cold, deadly stare that he actually gulped and stepped back. I could see confusion flicker across his features, as if he couldn’t understand why he suddenly felt afraid.

“I need you to get some ingredients,” I ordered, listing down the ingredients that were running low before turning my attention to the mortar and pestle on the table. “Now.”

Clyde gritted his teeth. “You can’t just—”

“Now,” I repeated, my voice dropping to a dangerous level.

He hesitated for another moment before jerking his head at the others. “You heard her. Move!”

Bridget lingered, watching me with curious eyes as I began grinding herbs together. But she quickly followed when Clyde barked at her to hurry up.

I worked efficiently, combining the available ingredients in precise ratios. The mixture had to be perfect—too little and it wouldn’t counteract the wolfsbane, too much and it could cause more damage to their already compromised systems.

The first batch was ready within minutes. I spotted the most critically injured warrior—a young man with a massive gash across his abdomen that was turning an alarming shade of black around the edges.

The healers watched in horror as I approached him with the mixture. “What are you doing? That wound needs to be cleaned first—”

“There’s no time,” I cut them off.

I knelt beside the unconscious warrior and began applying the herbal mixture directly to his infected wound. The moment the paste made contact with his skin, his eyes snapped open, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.