A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5309

“How do I purge it?” Jared asked.

Corin's gaze slid from Jared to the feverish Lyra. “Only intense masculine energy can neutralize it. Pills are useless. You can only have sex with her and remove the aphrodisiac with your spiritual energy.”

The words struck Jared dumb, freezing him in the center of the room like a statue of disbelief.

Flaxseed's eyes flashed. He wanted to volunteer.

Corin rose. “I must handle the sect's defenses. Jared, do what you must.”

He seized Flaxseed by the collar and strode out, as though one more second would scorch them both with embarrassment.

Flaxseed looked back, clearly unwilling, yet Corin's grip allowed no argument.

Silence fell. Only two people remained in the courtyard.

Lyra lay gasping, each breath shorter than the last. Scarlet bloomed across her cheeks. Trembling hands tore at her collar, baring a throat white as new snow.

Heat spiraled from Jared's elixir field. He swallowed hard, forcing the pulse of desire down.

He kept remembering Ararat's words.

He scooped Lyra up and carried her into the nearest room, whispering, “I'll save you, whatever it costs.”

He set her on the bed, turned to find Flaxseed, then stopped. Lyra's burning fingers clamped around his wrist with desperate strength.

“Jared… don't leave…” she murmured, eyes half-open, clouded with fevered longing.

Her touch seared him. Every muscle locked, as though her hand had become a chain of living fire.

“Hold on, Lyra. I'll get the cure, I swear.”

Lyra's voice trembled, yet her words were unyielding. “It's useless to resist…“She drew closer, one hand slipping behind Jared's neck. The other pressed flat against his chest. Her breath brushed his ear. “I know only you can pull me back from the edge.”

That whisper struck like lightning through Jared's composure. Heat flooded his veins. Reason shattered, falling away in soundless shards.

He met her eyes that held his reflected silhouette. In their depths, he saw both his hesitation and her faith in him.

Jared stepped close, two fingers resting lightly against her wrist. Spiritual energy flowed into her meridians. “How do you feel?”

Relief loosened his shoulders. The aphrodisiac was gone. Since Lyra had absorbed his bloodline, she was on the verge of breaking through.

“Much better. Thank you,” she whispered, head lowered.

The door banged wide. Flaxseed tumbled in, hair askew, panic pitching his words. “Jared! Lester's marching this way with a small army!”

Jared's expression cooled to steel. “Perfect timing.”

He traded a single glance with Lyra, and together they headed out.

Outside the Sword Sect compound, many cultivators had gathered.

Lester led the group. His gaze was blazing with fury. A terrifying aura emanated from him. He knew about Kael's incident.

Behind him stood a dozen elders with a strong aura. They were the sect leaders.