(Author's POV)
"Do you have no regard for your life? What were you trying to do?" Alaric chided Myra while holding her.
Myra grimaced as a sharp pain shot across her leg. One of her wounds had come undone. Yelena intervened, "Alaric Everests, why are you scolding her? Can't you see she is hurt?"
Though Alaric wanted to say a lot, he held his tongue when he glanced at Myra again. Her colorless, ghostlike complexion had set a panic alarm in his entire being. Like always, he blamed Alex for his reaction, 'Alex, keep your emotions in check.'
Alex refrained from saying anything; his entire focus remained on his mate.
Soon, Nora arrived with a doctor and two nurses. The doctor immediately instructed to vacate the room and wait outside. Everyone started to walk out, everyone except Alaric.
He didn't know why, but his legs couldn't move, more he wanted to leave Myra alone. He had done it in the past; he didn't want to do it again. Alex shared the same sentiment.
