For two days or so, I've been taking care of the wannabe Alpha, but he hasn't been receptive.
Aside from the colours that returned to his cheeks, and the lack of coldness on his body, I don't see any notable changes in him.
“My son is lucky to have someone like you, taking care of him. Should I have been the one, I would have gotten tired already. But you are not.” He watched me take the basin of water to the bathroom.
I poured the water down the drain and rinsed the basin before I kept it back in its position. The wet towel was washed and hung on the small rope Rama tied, before I walked out, to join the old Alpha.
I sat on the chair close to his, and together, we watched Rama.
“Is he going to be alright?” I asked, worried.
It seems like there are no notable changes in his body.
