Dahlia“I assure you, Dahlia, Alpha Derrick will be alright,” Tiana, Lancel’s doctor friend, said while I clasped my hands around my ex-husband’s hand, showering his skin with my warm breath. At this point, I have lost track of the number of times Tiana has asked me to relax. But how can I? When Derrick is yet to open his eyes. The night has descended already, and half of his injuries are yet to heal up, too. And she’s asking me to relax? I haven’t left his side since we brought him here, and I won’t until I’m certain that he’s fine.“His injuries are healing slowly, but steadily. There’s nothing to worry about.” “You don’t know that,” I replied. She’s not the one suffering the ache in our mate bond. Nor is she the one experiencing the agony my wolf was suffering from watching our mate covered in bandages, lying on the bed unconscious. She doesn’t know anything! I didn’t think Derrick would come to my Pack. I thought he was still in New York. What was he even thinking by coming here
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