The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl Novel - Chapter 82

Falling for the Fire-Hearted Billionaire 82 Summary Valka lies curled in pain, her body ravaged by a relentless fever that spreads from her stomach to her chest, making each breath agonizing. Lucien holds her tightly, trying to shield her from the cold as they ride through the harsh northern passes in search of a healer. Despite his efforts, including feeding her his blood to stave off the fever, Valka's condition worsens, and her thirst and desperation grow.

In a moment of overwhelming need, she bites Lucien's neck, drawing his blood again, which causes them both to fall from the horse into the snow. After the fall, Valka loses consciousness and wakes to the sound of a tense conversation between Lucien and an older woman, who is revealed to be his grandmother. She delivers grim news: Valka's illness is fatal and irreversible, a result of a binding that has accelerated her decline. The grandmother explains that Valka's unique condition, with a Lycan soul inside her, causes a dangerous internal struggle that her body cannot withstand.

Lucien is warned that there is nothing to be done except to watch and pray, and that he must leave before dawn. Valka slips back into unconsciousness and experiences vivid, unsettling dreams filled with images that feel foreign yet deeply personal. She wakes with a sob, overwhelmed by a sense of drowning and despair, feeling trapped in a battle she cannot win. Haunted by fragmented memories and voices, including one that sounds like her father's, she contemplates giving in to the darkness.

Just as she begins to let go, a desperate, panicked voice-Lucien's-snaps her back to the present, urging her to stay with him. His grip and plea offer a fragile thread of hope amid the encroaching darkness, highlighting the emotional turmoil and the fierce bond between them as Valka fights for her life. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 82: Eighty Two Valka Present A shiver runs through me as I curl onto my side, the pain spreading relentlessly from my stomach up into my chest.

Each breath feels as if sharp needles are piercing through my ribs, making even the simplest inhale unbearable. A strong hand presses me tightly against a firm chest, trying to shield me from the biting cold, but it's no use. The chill has settled deep within my bones, gnawing at me from the inside out. Another ragged sob escapes my trembling lips. "We'll get you to a healer soon," a low, soothing voice murmurs close to my ear.