The alpha they had pulled from the monster's jaws was knocked out. There was a terrible hole in her left shoulder, a ton of blood was quickly staining the floor. It looked like she was past saving.
But she was still alive, her young face was as pale as a sheet, but Kestrel could still barely make out her breathing.
"Hurry." Kestrel said, even using one arm to put pressure on the wound.
Serge found the emergency kit on the blimp. Just as he was about to go help, a friend, the one who had been sitting next to him at dinner, quietly tugged at his clothes.
"Don't go, Serge." His friend said, "You're already engaged."
Serge froze.
"It's not appropriate." His friend motioned towards his chest.
The hurt alpha was lying on the ground, her wound was on her shoulder, and to help her, they'd have to undress her and touch her skin. As a beta who had been taught manners since he was a kid, under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be right to touch an alpha's body.
