Marcus POV
The bastards had given him a good beating, making sure to inject him with wolfsbane before cleaning and redressing him and taking him to the final trial.
“New King’s orders,” They had laughed while stabbing him unnecessarily hard with the syringe, giving him twice the accepted dosage of the drug. It would have been lethal for an omega, and even for an Alpha it was a heavy dosage.
But he could feel the wolfsbane burning through his system at a rapid rate.
He had always been a fast healer, even for an Alpha, but since marking Sarah, he had noticed a palpable difference. His cuts and bruises were healing at twice the speed they normally would. His heart swelled with pride at the thought of his strong mate. Her Royal bloodline would ensure that their pup would be strong as well
