Chapter 15

Hunter’s POV

I glanced at Akira, sitting stiffly beside me in the car, her every movement betraying the pain she was trying so hard to hide.

This was the seventh time she brought her bruised hands up to her face, inspecting the neat white bandages that now covered them. I’d made sure one of the female servants cleaned and dressed those wounds, but not out of concern for her.

I couldn’t care less about her injuries. The only reason I had them bandaged was because I didn’t want her showing up at the event, we were heading to looking like she’d been mauled.

The party was a gathering of the older Alphas, along with some younger ones, plotting my downfall. It was no surprise they’d resort to such underhanded tactics.

I needed to show up strong and unfazed—no sign of weakness. Seeing Akira’s raw, unbandaged wounds would have been a liability, something they could use against me.

But aside from that, her injuries were the least of my concerns. If anything, they might teach her a lesson a