ZARA:
The Alpha was moved to his chambers under heavy watch — every corner of the place surrounded by hefty men. His body was carried carefully through the corridors, blood still staining his side, breaths shallow. I walked alongside them, clutching the bundle of fresh bandages Dr. Barkley had shoved into my arms.
My chest squeezed at every step. He was supposed to be unshakable, untouchable. Yet here he was, pale and wounded.
Some warriors muttered under their breath as I hovered too close.
“Why’s an omega allowed near him?”
“Aren’t we giving them enough privilege?”
“What’s she even doing here?”
I bit down on the sting, refusing to flinch. Let them talk. If I cared about their whispers, I would’ve run a long time ago. This was nothing, I had to be strong for my Alpha.
Then his han
