Wound

Rechel Hedly's P O V

"Alpha....?" I asked in confusion, my voice barely coming out in a whisper.

"Get on the bed," he said, walking closer.

Bed....? What is he planning to do?

I moved my body with much difficulty in pain, with cold sweat broking out in fear, thinking about a lot of things that he might do to me.

Despite that, I sat down in fear, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Is he going to hurt me or punish me for talking back and going against him?

It felt so good today to say all those things because of the overwhelming pain, anger and jealous but when everything has drained out.

It's just scary.

He walked closer with the same look in his eyes, opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, and took out something.

I flinched at the sound but decided to not do or say anything and just observe him.

He got on his knees while opening the ointment cap.

My eyes widen in shock at seeing something that I never dreamed of seeing in my life time.

Damon! The Alpha of th