Page 70 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

The doctor followed closely behind.

I snapped back to reality and immediately grabbed the doctor by the collar, lifting him almost completely off the ground.

My voice trembled with fear. "Why did she faint? What happened to her? Tell me!"

The doctor's face turned pale with terror. He instinctively looked toward Adrian.

"I told you to answer me!" I roared, tightening my grip.

"Princess Alice fainted because of the child..." the doctor said shakily. "The child's power is too strong. Her body is struggling to withstand it, which is why she lost consciousness..."

My hand loosened. My entire body felt as if all strength had been drained from it.

The child's power was too strong. She couldn't handle it.

It was my fault. It was all my fault!

If I had found her sooner... If I hadn't let her suffer so much... If I had taken better care of her... If she had her mate's pheromones soothing her... She wouldn't have become this weak.

I walked toward the bed trembling, reaching out my hand.

I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make sure she was truly standing in front of me and not some cruel illusion.

Bang—

A fist struck my face hard. The force sent me stumbling backward. My back slammed into the cabinet behind me, creating a loud crash.

"You have no right to touch her! Get out!" Adrian stood beside the bed, his handsome face filled with anger and protectiveness.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and tried to step closer again.

"You can hit me. As Alice's brother, you have every right to do that." I looked at him calmly. "I won't fight back. But I also won't leave."

My eyes remained fixed on Alice. "She is my mate. She needs me."

"Mate?" Adrian sneered. "What right do you have to call yourself her mate?"

His voice was filled with disgust. "You hurt her. You betrayed her. You abandoned her. And now you still have the nerve to stand here?"

"I never betrayed her!" My voice rose. "Never. The only person I loved was Alice!"

The pain from Adrian's punch meant nothing to me. If anything, it made me even more clear-headed.

My eyes never left the woman lying on the bed. Although she was still unconscious, she was safe. Our baby was safe. She hadn't been taken away by those damn witches.

That realization finally allowed the heart that had been hanging in my chest for two months to settle.

"Then why did you let that woman named Victoria move into her room?" Adrian demanded. "Why did you make Alice work as a servant? Why didn't you stand up for her when everyone was accusing and insulting her?"

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something. But no words came out. Because I knew every single thing he said was true. Every single one of those things had hurt Alice. I had no way to defend myself.

"Because you never cared about her," Adrian spoke slowly, every word deliberate. "To you, she was nothing more than a task. A tool for giving you an heir."

"No!" My voice was filled with bitterness.

Those explanations sounded painfully weak—even to myself.

"That's not true..."