It was as if it had never been broken.
I turned the plate over in my hands, searching for the crack and wondering if I had imagined the past few minutes.
But the truth of it remained, known to me as a weight tugging low in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. The plate had cracked in half, and my blood had erased all traces of damage entirely. Not only that, but the cut on my finger had already vanished as well, completely healed.
Throughout the years living in the palace, I’ve always had a knack for healing quickly. It meant any bruises from discipline, or scrapes from other mishaps didn’t impede my ability to work.
But, this– mending a break so severe– and on an object?
Even being part of an Alpha bloodline couldn’t explain it, especially since no one in my family had spoken o
