“Let’s get you inside,” Zara said as she rushed to Alpha Draven’s side to support him.
He was leaning over as blood trickled down from his mouth.
“I am fine,” he grumbled.
“You are not fine,” she retorted as she tried to edge him forward.
He did not budge. “I said I am fine, damn it,” he insisted.
“Please, stop being so stubborn. "Let’s get you inside,” she pleaded, her voice cracking as she spoke.
Alpha Draven sighed, “Fine.” He did not want to wrap his arm over her shoulder and let her help him back to the cabin.
Why would he do something like that? He was the alpha for crying out loud.
He hated her seeing him like this. It was one thing when he was bedridden and could not even wipe his ass but as long as he could walk, he would receive no help.
“I will walk on my own,” he said,
