Chapter 8

Alpha Wymond moved into Ophelia's room to see her laid on the bed, he took silent steps towards the bed and got seated on it.

For over five minutes, his eyes focused on her but he couldn't say a word.

He adjusted closer to Ophelia and placed his palm on her forehead, her temperature was still high. He placed his palm on her chest and shook his head.

"Aurora will regret this if she doesn't make it alive again." He squeezed the bed cover he was gripping, gritting his teeth.

Staring at her face that was glowing even on the sick bed, he ran his fingers in her hair shifting them at the sides. He rubbed her cheek and pressed her eyebrows to relax again.

"She's so beautiful." He was unaware when those three words escaped his throat, he licked his lips like a hungry lion while rubbing his finger on her succulent lips.

"But, why will the moon goddess make a werewolf this beautiful when I hate her that much?" He couldn't help it but adjusted closer and planted a kiss on her lips.

Ophelia