chapter twenty-five

POV Alpha Gideon.

"Eleanor is very ill!" The maid shouted, her voice filled with despair echoing down the palace hallway. "Get a doctor immediately!" she continued, grabbing a basin of water and placing it on Eleanor's forehead, which burned with fever.

I heard the shrill cries as I made my way down the corridor towards Eleanor's room. Her faint scent hung in the air, as if death were near. I approached the bed where she lay, her face pale and lifeless, lips dry, and breathing shallow. Her normally vibrant, shining red hair had taken on a greenish hue, a sinister sign of the severity of her condition. The maids around her did everything in their power to try to revive her, but Eleanor didn't respond to any stimuli.

"Where is the doctor?" my voice sounded stern, making the people around me tremble in fear.

"Alpha... he's on his way... we've called him... but..." the girl swallowed nervously, hesitating as if afraid to tell me something.

"Speak! Or it will be worse for all of you!" I re