Mechelle POV:
"Darling B, it seems like your wooden head finally caught up! Vincent, being as clever as he is, must have figured this out ages ago." I smirked, revealing a charming arc as I glanced through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the sunshine casting a soothing mood.
Alexander Duncan, hoping we successfully evaded the ambush from the Blue Moon Pack last night. Shifting into a more comfortable position, just as I was about to say something, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. Looking over, Mechelle Diaz had already stepped out of the room, her complexion slightly pale but otherwise fine.
"Mechelle, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Bruce's face held a hint of concern.
I pursed my lips. "I'm not some delicate flower, you know."
