"How are you feeling?" Zephyr asked once Delilah woke up from the slumber she had fallen into due to the effects of the medicines.
Delilah blinked her eyes, looking as innocent as ever, and he sighed inwardly.
'Can we kiss her forehead?' Orion asked Zephyr.
'He is stupid as hell. He could've used her unconsciousness to kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, or whatever. It's not like we had kissed any other woman. She is ours, for god's sake,' the beast grumbled, and Zephyr rolled his eyes inwardly at what his wolf and beast were talking about.
"I am feeling quite better, Elder Prince," Delilah's soft voice was followed by her scrunching her brows.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Should I call the doctor?" Zephyr stood from his place, but Delilah shook her head.
