Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate Chapter 423 Give Up

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I glanced at Elliot’s back when suddenly, everything before my eyes went dark. I imdiately took a step back and supported myself against the stone wall, slightly shook my head, and clarity returned!

Knowing my situation was very dire, I endured the excruciating pain in the palm of my hand and tried to stay conscious.

"Your Highness, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The speaking Lycan seed sowhat familiar, but I could not recall his na. I only knew he must be a mber of Christian’s personal guard force. "Do you have any of those potions for recovering injuries? Give one," I said hoarsely.

He nodded at my words, handed his backpack, then turned and fired two shots at the creatures erging from beneath the stone slab. Without looking back, he explained, "Captain Benjamin equipped each of us with three ’New Births’. I have exactly one left; you use it. There’s also so dressing dication in the bag, change it yourself first!"

I found the ’New Birth’ from his combat backpack, gave a light chuckle of thanks, then popped off the syringe cap to inject myself!

"Your Highness, wait a mont!"

Christian, who had transford back into his human form, ca over, reeking of blood, "Benjamin said ’New Birth’ is currently in the third experintal phase, it’s not clear whether it might have side effects on pregnant won and fetuses, you..."

He paused, looked at with eyes full of concern and worry, swallowed, and then continued, "If you want to use ’New Birth’, please consider it carefully!"

I looked up at him, then without hesitation, plunged the syringe directly into my vein. "I know that, but my condition is too severe; I can’t wait that long!"

I said as I finished injecting the dication in the syringe. My eyes moistened as I looked toward Donald, not far away, gave a slight chuckle and continued, "Between Donald and this baby, who isn’t fully ford yet, Donald is more important. I can’t continue being a burden to you all! Let all the Lycans be alert; we are preparing to break out from the right side of the cave."

Christian, seemingly puzzled by my sudden decision to break out, looked at about to speak but was imdiately interrupted by , "Henry’s Transformation Potion is unstable in effect, and the transford werewolves will rapidly enter a state of decline after half an hour. Ti is running out; we can’t afford to keep dueling with them here, breaking out is the more rational choice!"

"rely waiting passively for rescue won’t work; I’m worried you guys can’t hold out. How many ’New Births’ do you have left? Are they out?"

As I spoke those words, the dication started to take effect within ; new, soft flesh ford over the wound in my palm, and the continuous cramping in my lower abdon ceased!

My eyes began to moisten, and my heart suddenly twitched.

In fact, the mont I was afraid to open my eyes again in this cave, I had a feeling I might lose this baby. Simo said I couldn’t endure another mont of tornt, which certainly wasn’t an exaggeration; a dical Practitioner cannot deceive their patient.

The bloodstain between my thighs under my long skirt had started to dry. I didn’t know whether my baby was still alive; his arrival by my side was terribly untily.

After hearing my explanation, Christian hesitated no more and turned to organize all the Lycans around him. The personal guard force and the assault team’s Lycans had already suffered significant losses; breaking out was imperative!

I stood up and looked at the two figures in the arena, energy madly accumulating in my body.

Ultimately, Henry was no match for Donald. After being thrown against the stone wall who knows how many tis, he stood up, transford into his human form, and swiftly tore off the injectable on his neck as if to inject himself!

Of course, Donald wasn’t going to stand idly by and wait for him to recover; he roared and charged quickly, his massive form completely overshadowed Henry beneath him, his raised claws about to smash the opponent’s head when Martha, who had been observing their condition, once again tried to intervene with gunfire.

’Bang bang!’

’Bang!’

These gunshots almost sounded simultaneously. Donald’s forelimb took a bullet, and Martha’s chest on her clothing was also dyed a splendid flower with blood!

Elliot’s marksmanship was quite good; a shot hit Martha directly in the chest. He sidestepped the werewolf creature’s attack and out of the corner of his eye, saw Martha being dragged by two subordinates directly into the submarine behind them.

Then, the submarine door closed directly from the inside!

The sound of the submarine’s engine starting was loud, attracting the attention of all of us involuntarily, including Henry, who had just completed his injection, and Donald, whose breathing beca heavier after taking a shot.

"Did they forget there’s still one person not aboard, what do you think, Henry?" Donald spoke with a sarcastic laugh, seemingly unconcerned by the slow motion of the submarine sliding into the pool.

Henry calmly stared at the large ripples on the water surface, then after a while turned to look at Donald, answered coldly after having shifted, "Seems you too have quite a bit to say, aren’t you going to make a move?"

He lowered his red wolf head, nacingly-eyeing the opposite Donald, seemingly not worried at all about lacking a way to retreat.