Chapter 187: Fever

It was as though all his grievances evaporated after telling Spade what he truly felt. Ah, it wasn't like it was completely gone, but having the opportunity to vent greatly lessened the burden in his heart.

While Spade lay down on his bed, Arren had another anxiety and that was different from his fear earlier. He had always been the one who was sick and being taken care of, but he didn't know if he could take care of someone who was sick. 

"What do you feel? Is your head in pain? Wait, should I call for an imperial doctor?" Arren continued to ramble, asking Spade, but it was clear he was panicking about what to do. 

Spade stopped his thoughts as the alpha held his hand, pulling him closer, and Arren was now sitting beside him. Grasping his hand, he could feel the warmth of Spade's palm, he was truly burning up. 

"S-Spade, tell me what you need." Arren also gripped the alpha's hand; he stared at him, worry evident in his eyes.