CLARA
Rhys appearance almost caught me off guard earlier. I didn't expect him to arrive at the moment to find me clutching that red box.
He won't like its content. It was good he didn't see it.
I flipped the first aid kit open, grabbed a cotton wool and wet it with methylated spirit. I glanced up at Rhys once to find him staring intently at me.
My face flushed as I quickly looked away, bringing my gaze back to his injured wrist.
I applied the wet cotton wool on it, and rubbed it on it slowly. I expected him to groan in pain at least but he didn't, neither did he move.
What did I expect? He's an Alpha.
Wait! That means he can heal his injuries himself? I gasped at the realization.
I paused and threw him a suspicious glance.
“You're an Alpha and you can–”
He pecked my lips before
