Chapter 155. Current

“Take care of me or make me beg and cry.” I snorted and rolled my eyes at the wicked Alpha, who only knew nothing but to bully me.  “Jerk, I don’t…”

Before I could complete my words, a leisurely Asher strode into the mansion living room, interjecting the playful atmosphere. Upon seeing Asher’s condition, our expression changed immediately.

“Asher?” Wyatt arched his brows, and I sat up, my actions causing me to be in between my mates.

I took a glance at Asher and frowned slightly. I hadn’t seen Asher in just a few weeks; how could he look so sick, pale, and frail as if he had been sick for months? What’s happening to him?

Asher’s face was wan; there were dark circles and big eye bags under his eyes; his lips were chapped and dry; and his face was as pale as a sheet. His figure was thin and frail