"Don’t touch me, Tiara." He warned, and his grey eyes flashed blue. Wylder stayed near her while the doctor checked on her, and Tiara was right—her shoulder was dislocated for real.
‘That’s my girl. I too did the same with that f*****g omega, who was enjoying a coffee date with her.' Night said proudly.
In the early morning, Wylder returned back to his room, knowing very well that he would have to return back to the training ground soon. He was expecting Arabella to sleep peacefully as the light in the room was off, but instead, she was sitting on the bed, her head resting on the headboard. He turned on the light before speaking.
"Ara..." He sat beside her, wondering why she hadn't slept. In the next second, she opened her red and swollen eyes. It was clear that she cried. But why? He w
