BOUND TO THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
Seeing her now, I understood why everyone spoke her name with both respect and fear.
“Esmeralda, you’re here,” my mother said in relief. “Please, come take a look.”
Esmeralda walked closer, setting her black satchel on the drawer beside the bed. Her gaze swept over Soraya, then she frowned slightly.
“Those are claw marks,” she said, then sighed. “They don’t look too deep. She should be fine.”
My chest eased a little at her words, but I didn’t dare speak.
She opened her bag and began taking out small glass jars, each filled with different herbs and powders. “Can I get clean water in a bowl?” she asked.