Esmond's POV
When I arrived at the hospital, Camellia had just woken up.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the bitterness of pine resin and verbena filled the air, and my wolf scratched restlessly in my chest.
Due to a minor concussion, she could only lie there with her eyes closed.
When she sensed me sitting by her bed, her lashes fluttered.
"Eugenia, I'm feeling unwell......" Her weak voice carried the sourness of lychee rose, and my canines punctured my lower lip uncontrollably.
Seeing her pale, sweat-drenched face, my heart ached. I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her forehead.
As I leaned closer, she caught my pheromones and snapped her eyes open.
Spotting me, she turned her head away in disgust. "Don't touch me."
The rejection in her eyes was clear, and my hand froze mid
