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The next morning, Zenith left for his study room because of the pain he was feeling from his side. The injury did not seem to be healing at all and it was causing sweat to form on his forehead.

Mathias hurried inside and quickly locked the door. Rushing towards him, he saw how Zenith gripped the desk before him like he was going to tear it apart.

"How... you..." He did not know what to even say. Zenith looked up at him, his chest heaving with heavy breaths and his eyes reddening.

"Let me get the doctor." He suggested but Zenith shook his head, using his hand to stop him. Mathias bit his lip in apprehension.

"What should I do then? You can't shift. Your beast won't let you." He said, tapping his feet against the ground.

"Get... her." He managed to say, earning a confused look from Mathias.

"Who?" He asked, hoping it was not who he was thinking.

"That omega slave," Zenith replied with a bite, holding his side and falling back on his chair.

"Zenith, you know how dangerous it is for her...