His Doctor Luna
I exhaled as he walked away from me.
“Wyatt,” Dominic turned to his guards, “ready a car to take the doctor away.”
“Yes, sir.”
The young Alpha moved towards the separate part of his room where stood a giant bed frame carved of dark wood. Nothing ostentatious, bur still fit for a king. He began to unbutton his shirt, with slight reactions where the material stuck to his wounds.
I realized I was staring and forced myself to look away.
I weighed the option of going home, but I didn’t trust this stubborn patient to take care of himself.