Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

637  Malfunction

Yarin's POV:

I held my head in frustration, but there was a sharp pain in my hands. I couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?" Heller asked.

I looked at my bandaged wrist and muttered, "Why isn't it over yet…"

Heller immediately understood it, "Did you touch the wound on your wrist? The doctor had just finished the surgery and said it would be fine after it grew back on its own, but if you moved too much, it might cause the newly sutured wound to be dislocated. Does it hurt? I'll ask the nurse to give you some painkillers."

"No need. I'm just a little surprised. Usually, I'll recover after a night's sleep."

My entire body was like plastic that could be melted and reassembled at will, so the sharp weapon couldn't cause any actual damage to me.

I would bleed when a knife cut me, but my body would adjust itself in my sleep, silently making the wound disappear. I didn't need the werewolf's powerful recovery ability to take effect.

But now, my severed limbs showed no signs of healing at all. Even though I tried to melt and reconstruct the wounds, my body did not react.

My power failed.

In an instant, a strong wave of fear swept through my body. Losing the power that I could rely on made me feel incredibly insecure. The mimicry power was why I dared to do all kinds of 'reckless, willful, and stupid' things. I was isolated and helpless without the power, just like losing an ice floe on the sea.

"What happened?" After a long silence, Heller became a bit anxious, "Did you bust the stitches by accident? I'll call the doctor immediately!"

"No, it's not about that!" I immediately said.

"What is it then? Please don't scare me, Yarin. Talk to me."

He couldn't see, so he didn't know what I looked like.

I couldn't hide this. I said bitterly, "My strength seems to have failed, Heller. I can't shape myself like plasticine anymore. I can't even fuse my wounds anymore."

Heller's lifeless eyes widened in disbelief. "What? How is this possible? Is it because your strength is overdrawn, causing your body to be unable to mimic temporarily? Maybe you'll be fine after a few more days of rest."

"No, I can feel it. It's not a problem of physical strength. There is a burning sensation from the three bullets in my body, but I don't find any cuts on my body. Could the bullets not have been removed?" I asked. However, Heller asked in a daze, "Bullets? Were you shot? But the doctor didn't find a bullet in your body. He said that besides the injuries on your hands and feet, there were only some contusions and bruises."

The doctor didn't find the bullet?

How was this possible? I remembered that the three bullets Tilda shot pierced my flesh. They didn't fall out even after I condensed into a human form.

Was it possible that I was too uncomfortable then and felt something was wrong?

Before I could think any further, another person entered the ward. It was my parents.

I subconsciously wanted to apologize when I saw them, but my mom rushed over and hugged me tightly. She trembled and whispered in relief, "Thank god, you're fine, my child. You're fine, you're fine… Thank the goddess for her mercy. She didn't take you away from me…"

I was startled as I looked at my dad in a panic. However, he also hugged Heller and us with red eyes.

"Alright, Selma, everything is in the past. The children are fine, aren't they? Don't worry, don't scare the children."

My mom looked up, and I saw that she was already teary-eyed. She nervously observed my face and limbs. After ensuring I wasn't seriously injured, she sighed a long sigh of relief. Tears poured with her relaxed mood.

I had never seen my mother cry so sadly. In fact, I had only seen her cry a few times. In my heart, the crown and the sharp fangs were enough for my mom to crush everything that made her sad.

However, my mom was crying so violently now. She seemed to be happy but also infinitely sad. The person who made her cry was undoubtedly me.

I was the one she couldn't deal with her crown and fangs. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ꜰire

If I was just afraid of being scolded for my actions before, at this moment, I realized my mistake. I hurt the person who really loved me. Even if I used my love for another person as an excuse, this was not an excuse for me to hurt others.

I hugged my mom back and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom, I made you worry." I shouldn't hide from you and my dad and run out to do those dangerous things, but I'm too impulsive."

"You're really impulsive, child." My mom's voice sounded nasal. "When I first found out about this, I wanted to teach you an unforgettable lesson. I thought a lot about it."

I lowered my head and silently waited for the final judgment.

"But it wasn't until the news of you being captured by the terrorists that I realized I was wrong."

With my surprised gaze, my mom smiled through her tears. "I can't think of anything to punish you for, my child. My only thought is that you're safe. I swore to the goddess that I would not care about anything else at that moment. I only wanted you to return safely.

"I think the goddess heard my prayers, heard the pleading of a weak and desperate mother, so she finally returned you to me."