Alexander's POV
I pulled out a tissue and gently wiped away the soup droplets clinging to her lips. Holding the bowl out to her, I tried to soothe her emotions, "Stop making a scene. Aren't you concerned about your own health? I've never taken care of a woman like this before, especially in a situation like this. Do you still want to argue with me?"
Who would have thought that a once proud alpha would now be coaxing a wolfless woman so gently?
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her clutch the sheets tightly, my heart filled with sadness and irony.
I had insulted her, imprisoned her, threatened her, and crushed her dignity into dust. Could such behavior really make up for my past mistakes?
I had never cared about anyone like this before, so what did it matter to me? Was I hoping
