Chapter Eighty Seven
The cries of the spoiled one.
Fate Pierce’s Point of View
“Damn, my body is still aching.”
My eyes followed the voice source and saw Steven stretching in the distance. I did not know how long I was asleep, but the second I woke up, he was there to tend to my needs. Clayton handled him roughly to offer me some medical assistance. It was a good thing that Steven was there.
The pack doctor needed a few hours, maybe several, to arrive back in the palace. Werewolves are loyal to their partners, and the mates would have to suffer losing their soulmates because everyone is forced to seek their priority over others. And if I ever heard that some lives were lost because they prioritized me over the knights fighting for the people, I can never carry that kind of guilt.
