Aurora was beginning to think that treating Asher had become significantly more difficult than it should have been.
Not because of the poison.
That part was already under control.
After weeks of treatments, medicinal baths, herbal remedies, and daily acupuncture sessions, the poison that had once pushed the Alpha to the edge of losing his beast form was almost completely gone. His recovery had accelerated dramatically over the past few days. He could already shift into his wolf form again, something that would have pushed him closer to the edge of death not long ago, and his strength was returning at a pace that continued to surprise even Aurora.
So no, the difficult part wasn't the treatment.
The difficult part was the patient. More specifically, the patient refusing to stop staring at her.
Aurora carefully removed another silver needle from his shoulder while trying very hard to ignore the intense gaze fixed on her face. But it wasn't working, not even a little.
