Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

“You…” the speechless Zyair clutched his tummy, a strong urge to vomit was in him, but try as he might, he couldn’t barf.

He kept squirming on the floor with clenched teeth, even when tears cascaded down his cheeks. It got to a point where his sweat was bead-like and he kept rolling on the floor. A few minutes after, he passed out.

The seemingly uncaring Phoenix who’d kept his arms folded the entire time, uncrossed them and hurried to Zyair. Then he knelt before him, took out a green translucent bottle from his spatial ring, removed its cork, and emptied the contents in the man’s mouth.

He headed to the bathtub and filled it with refined water, pouring from big golden jars brought out from his ring.

After which he took out several coloured bottles, big and small, some contained coloured powders, and others had sticky liquids.

When he was done emptying the contents into the tub, he headed to Zyair and scooped him from the floor. Then he rushed to place the man gently in the bathtub. He also slit his right wrist with a sharp knife and let the blood drop onto the brownish water in the tub for a few minutes before his wrist healed.

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A few minutes later, the still unconscious Zyair had become bald, thanks to Lavana’s mate who diligently shaved off his hair and let the water absorb them.

Soon the water began to bubble and attempt to form a sort of quicksand.

At this point, Zyair regained consciousness and found himself not only being welcomed by agonising pain but in this sticky liquid that felt like quicksand.

He strangely didn’t feel the bangs that he loved a lot. What happened to it, he didn’t know. But he cared more about what he was doing in this thing and how he would get out.

He saw Phoenix by the entrance of the bathroom.

“Phoenix, what did you do? Why did you put me in this thing?” he cried out with all his might.

The latter, whose hands were crossed, smilingly answered, “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine,”

But these words intent on reassuring the man didn’t achieve the effect at all, “Fine?” Zyair furrowed his brows, “Do I look fine to you? Get me out of this thing!”

“My hands are aching,” Phoenix said, not budging at all.

“You…”

“Keep fighting it. If you make it out of the bathtub successfully, you’ll see the effect,” Phoenix lastly uttered before leaving the bathroom, hands now tucked in his pockets, looking unbothered. He didn’t forget to close the door too.

Zyair gritted his teeth in anger. What was wrong with this Phoenix? What was the use of that earlier damn elixir and golden leaf that made him suffer to the point he passed out?

And more importantly, what was this liquid in the tub that seemed to have an invisible hand that pulled him back whenever he attempted to get out of the bathtub?

Half an hour later,

Zyair, no matter how hard he tried, just couldn’t get out of the tub and the pain had increased twofold. He felt his strength fading with the seconds that passed. He didn’t even have the strength to call out Phoenix’s name.

He could only telepath but the latter blocked him. His wolf wasn’t even awake, and no matter how many times he called out in his head, his wolf didn’t stir.

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Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and he didn’t need to guess who it was.

Had this Phoenix finally found his conscience and come to get him out of this cursed tub? It’d better be so!

Shockingly, upon reaching the tub, Phoenix who wore an impish look, bent over and blew air on Zyair’s head.

“You…” Zyair could only whisper his frustration.

“Don’t fret. The baldness really suits you. I’m dead serious,” but his goofy look indicated the opposite.

“Please, get me out of here,” Zyair managed to say with a parched voice.

“Oh, you need water?”

“Phoenix!”

“Stop whispering. I can’t hear you well,”

Seeing this dismissive attitude, Zyair stopped talking to him and just focused on trying to get out.

“I forgot you needed one special liquid. Without it, this suffering will be for nought,” said Phoenix as he lowered his pants.

Zyair’s eyes widened in astonishment, “What are you planning to do”

“I want to pee,” Phoenix replied to him as if he had asked a stupid question,

“The toilet is over there,” Zyair pointed.

“I know; I’m not blind. I just want to spite you. Deal with it,” Phoenix started peeing on the pissed man’s head.

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Phoenix had just left the bathroom and said he wasn’t returning.

Zyair wished all the more to get out of this cursed bathtub. If he were not being restricted, how would that bastard have the guts to pee on him like he was trash? Darn it!

Surprisingly, a few minutes later, he felt nothing pulling him anymore. He found it so easy to get out of the bathtub now and he without hesitation, got out.

Upon doing so, he fell to the floor on his belly as his knees lacked strength. But he didn’t mind. As long as he was out of that damn tub!

Managing to get into a crawling position as the pain subsided, he saw something shocking and immediately looked back at the tub. Surprisingly, it had become plain water once again.

“How come?’ he thought in bafflement. He looked down again, still unable to believe what he was seeing. Was this the effect of the things he ate and that bathtub’s water?

Anxiously, he crept out of the bathroom and found Phoenix seated on the bed in a meditative pose, muttering inaudible words.

His body was faintly glowing. So it was true- the liquid in the tub and the things he consumed, weren’t really the only things that helped him recover.

Seconds later, Lavana’s mate opened his eyes and blood seeped out of his mouth.

“Phoenix!” Zyair exclaimed in worry, anxiously trying to go over to him.

“Don’t worry, I’m alright,” the latter smiled, giving a dismissive wave.

“How can you be alright? You…”

“If I say so, take it that way. I’m exhausted,” Phoenix said, dragging his body from the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Zyair waited on the floor until the latter came out in a grey bathrobe half an hour later, drying his hair with a small white towel.

“Phoenix, I’m sorry for being so rude to you earlier. I didn’t understand…”

“No, you aren’t at fault. You pretty much reacted the way a normal person would,”

“But I… I should have trusted you more,”

“No worries. Go have a nice bath and come join me in bed. But if you’re scared, you can sleep on the couch,” heading towards the changing room, Phoenix yawned.

Zyair kowtowed before Lavana’s mate shut the changing room’s door.

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