Chapter 102: The Elusive Cure

"What cure?" Olivera's voice trembled as she repeated the question. "Nick..." She called out impulsively, only to realize her mistake. As a mere slave, she had no right to address him by name. Quickly, she corrected herself. "Doctor, what are they saying? What cure are they talking about?" Her voice cracked, revealing the unease lurking beneath her composed exterior. My eyes narrowed at her audacity. Should she even be speaking? I could see her panic, reflected in the way she bit her lip— those same lips I’d tasted, soft and enticing. The moment replayed in my mind as I turned away, retreating to the large chair I’d sat in before. Nick answered her, his voice steady but evasive. "It's nothing, Olivera. Just a theory. A wild one at that." Olivera’s brow furrowed, and I clenched my jaw at the sight. The sheer nerve of her—this commoner, this girl with no standing in the pack—how dare she question anything? I couldn't stand it. If she had been of royal blood like Jeremy, at least she w