In the wake of continuous mind-links from Alpha Richard, Egon found himself compelled to return to the arena. Cora stood vigilantly outside the house, her concern palpable as she awaited Emily's emergence. Despite the reassuring mind-link from Emily herself, Cora couldn't dispel her unease. Eventually, Emily stepped out, fresh from a bath and dressed in new attire that concealed the deep, painful cut on her arm. The wound, shared with her mate through their bond, had become more manageable, facilitating Emily's swift recovery.
"Princess, how is your arm faring? Is the pain subsiding?" Cora’s gaze turned towards Emily’s arm, shrouded beneath the fabric of her sleeve. Cora, having witnessed the extent of the wound's severity, which was both deep and wide, nodded as she examined it.
"I'm o
