(Almira’s POV)
I stood in the hospital corridor with my arms folded as I watched Rich being wheeled into a treatment room. I mentally shook my head as I watched his face frown from the pain of all the injuries he received from Lysander last night.
His arm was badly injured and he had to get stitches. A lot of stitches. What was he thinking? I could hardly believe he fought an Alpha like Lysander.
I shook my head in disbelief.
I still remember how I desperately tried so hard to pull them out from each other because they were stuck like glue the whole time. Thankfully, the guards came to stop them both from killing each other.
I think they were Alpha Reginald’s men. Their moves are just familiar to me. Even their scent sends me back all the painful things they did to me in the past. See
