Chapter Thirteen

"Let me go and have my bath." He said. He got up and winced slightly.

"Let me help you." Maryanne said. "let me help you to your chamber."

Calhoun was skeptical about having her in his chamber because she was literally in his chamber. He didn't know how she would feel about it.

"An, I will be fine. If I can't endure things like this, do you think I will be the Alpha?" He asked.

Maryanne understood that most times than not, the male ego would never allow them to accept help from their women. Well, she wasn't his woman yet.

She nodded and allowed him to leave. Calhoun managed to leave her room and once he did, he straightened up and walked properly. He had found a way to get to her.

Maryanne seemed tough but she was caring and he loved that. If she would always welcome him whenever he returned from war, he would love to war every day. He smirked as he entered his room.

Maryanne felt so sad about it, she took out her phone. She had turned it off since she was mad at her parents and Micha