Fiona
“I don’t care,” I told Alexander’s doctor, shutting the man up in an instant.
He had sat down and jumped right into recapping things that I already knew about my husband’s physical injuries. But that wasn’t why I had called him to meet with me.
Brandon had told me about Alexander’s father. And about Alexander’s reaction to the news that he was now officially the Alpha King.
There was no more time to waste, I decided. I needed to help Alex get well, and soon, so that we could deal with this. He claimed he didn’t want my help, but I didn’t care. He needed it.
“I want to talk to you about his mental state,” I continued. “There is something going on with him that goes beyond the broken bones.”
The doctor looked to the side and stoked his beard thoughtfully. I got a feeling that he
