I woke that afternoon inside the pack-house, where residual Alpha energy still lingered in the air like a living presence. Elliot rested in the inner chamber, his injured leg bound with rune-stitched bandages, yet his dominance still pressed through the walls.
Anastasia stayed beside him, and I could sense the fragile bond between them strengthening through instinct alone. Benedict Palmer checked the wound with a glowing medical scanner designed for Alpha bloodlines.
"It almost reached the bone, but the regeneration serum held, and his recovery was already stabilizing."
Anastasia's voice sharpened with rage. "Who did this to you?"
Elliot caught her wrist before her instincts could spiral into violence, his grip steady and commanding.
"It's over he said voice soft only for her Alpha authority restrained but present."
Benedict commented that Elliot's survival was unsurprising given the implant system in his bloodline.
