"Alpha, the paste needs to be reapplied after an hour. Doctor Josiah has already given Luna Melissa her medicines," Pia informed him softly.
Radulf gave a curt nod. "Hmm." Without another word, he strode toward the bed where Melissa lay. Lowering himself onto the edge of the mattress, he reached out, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
Holding her hand, Radulf furrowed his brows together. The pain was like a continuous stabbing at one spot. Being an alpha he could bear it, but how could an omega could.
'Why did you allow yourself to be punished? I could have protected you. But it's my fault that you hate me. Have you always lived like this?' Radulf's thoughts spiraled as he stared at Melissa's frail form. The letter in his other hand was crumpled, the paper crushed beneath the weight of his anger and guilt.
