My Rival, My Stepbrother, My Mate
I stood up carefully, my hand holding my side.
“Try not to bleed on the seats,” Nathan muttered as we walked to the car, I elbowed him lightly.
“Drive.” I told him as we settled in the car, he frowned but didn't say anything.
Back home, the house was quiet. It seems alpha Matthews had convinced my mum not to worry so much, so she went to bed.
Nathan walked beside me up the stairs, halfway down the hallway, my vision blurred slightly, he noticed quickly.
He stretches his hand and grips my arm firmly and steadies me. “Don’t collapse now,” he says.