(Maira)
It’s been five hours and my mate is still out cold. His wounds were cleaned and so were mine. During the time at the pack clinic Uncle Tate’s mate Jazmine, asked me if I could bring her mother with us back to the royal pack since she feared for her life for speaking up and taking me to my mate. I spoke to my brother who agreed for her to join. Uncle Tate is currently with them making sure they were okay.
I still had no idea why my mate was whipped the way he was or even whipped at all, but from what I saw it wasn’t his first time being whipped. I looked at my mate who was lying face down on the hospital bed.
‘Use your blood to heal his wounds’, Aza tells me.
‘My blood?’ I asked.
‘Yes, mate is a hybrid’ Aza told me. I looked around the room and found some scissors. I grab t
