“Jerome, where are you?” King Alfred asked in his wheezing whisper after he regained consciousness for the umpteenth time. He was blacking out and then regaining his consciousness every now and then.
The King looked much worse than he looked just a while ago before the full moon shone. Though he was able to revert back to his human form, his body didn’t have enough energy to heal all those broken bones and torn muscles.
And because of that, Alfred still had a broken rib, a twisted calf, and a toe that still resembled a wolf’s.
Jerome was unable to bear that pitiful state of his alpha, and thus, he was standing in front of the window while staring at the full moon with his glistening eyes. And he was wondering what sin his alpha had committed for him to be treated this badly by the Moon Goddess.
When he heard the King, he quickly sniffled and then turned to look at him. “I am right here, Your Majesty,” he answered and closed the distance between him and the King’s bed.
