Bronx's POV

 

After about fifteen minutes of failed attempts to try to convince Kas to come out from under the bed, I call Lenora and a nurse to help coax her out. I go to my room to shower and change while they do that.

 

Lenora meets me out in the hallway before I can go back into Kas’s suite.

 

“Is she alright?” I ask, searching Lenora’s eyes for the truth.

 

“Yeah, but that whole thing exhausted her. She is back in bed sleeping,” she admits, shoving her hands in her pockets.

 

"Bronx, I know I told you to be here and be with Kas, but maybe you should go get some sleep yourself," She looks at me sympathetically, "I cant believe you were so distracted that she was able to break your nose. You have to take care of yourself if you're going to take care of her."

 

I sigh in frustration and rub my hands over my face,  “I’m fine, Lenora.”

 

"No. You’re not fine. An eighty pound she-wolf just broke Bronx Mason’s nose. Does that sound fine to you?,” her tone is forceful, “I'll stay here for a few hours. You go get sleep and get your head straight.”

 

"Fine. But if anything else happens to her, Leni-"

 

"It won't. Now get the Hell out of here. Go get some sleep. You look like shit."

 

I go back to my room and lay down. I take off my eye patch and rub my hands over my face again.

 

"Do you think our mate will be okay?" Saint whimpers.

 

"I hope so, buddy. I hope so. I haven't even had a proper conversation with her and I just want to spend every moment with her."

 

"Yeah. What are the chances the Moon Goddess would mate us with someone else who has scars?" he muses.

 

 

 

for a reason," I mindlessly touch my fingers on the place

 

 

 

out. I wanna go

 

a good idea. Mind if Ghost and Crusher come

 

"The more the merrier."

 

***

 

bank. The river has a high iron content

 

for me, Bronx. What's her

 

to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the

 

to as an omega, according to Lenora. Silver Moon's doctor said she has no family. The Alpha and Luna and others in the pack have been abusing her mentally and

 

her mistreatment still boils my

 

to trust, there wasn't a single wolf in the pack that the Elders spoke to who had not either

 

said her scars are intense," Milo says quietly after

 

was whipping her with and it made it more difficult to heal. Imagine how damn strong you have to be to go through abuse like that and live. She was just a kid. She didn't have anyone, not

 

your side for this as well," Reggie claps his

 

man," I force a

 

while longer, taking in nature while I

 

the Elders. Find out what to do if she isn't well enough to become Luna. You only

 

if we can get her out of her current state first. I don't know anything about her, only that she is my mate. Once we are

 

your dumb ass, Bronxy," Milo

 

you, Milo,"

 

and talk for a while longer before we all shift into our wolves and head back

 

get a quick shower and go

 

to report, Alpha," Lenora stands

 

sleeping mate. Why does she have to

 

tossing and turning and even whimpering a bit in her sleep," Lenora puts her hand on my forearm, "Bronx, you should lay down with her. Having her mate next to her will help calm her down. Trust me. Milo and I are most

 

North America. In the olden days, I would've been considered the king of the northwestern United States and southern Canadian regions. Nowadays, I'm called an 'Alpha Regent', which means I'm responsible for all the smaller packs in my region. We haven't been in a monarchy for centuries. Each pack has an Alpha

 

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