Back at the hospital, the air was thick with silence after the earlier discussions. Alpha Conri adjusted his cloak and turned toward the doctor, his expression unreadable.
“I will be on my way now,” he said in a voice that carried both authority and exhaustion.
The doctor bowed slightly, but before Conri stepped out, he glanced at Octavia who was resting on the hospital bed. “Should I send a car to take you home, priestess?”
His tone softened briefly, not out of affection, but from respect for her position.
Octavia shook her head, her eyes cold but her lips curving into a polite smile. “Your concern is much appreciated, my Alpha, but I will find my way home.” She declined gracefully, though she had no intention of needing his help.
Conri gave a short nod. “Very well. Take some days to
