Not a big deal

Smith’s P.O.V.

“Please save my Luna. She is dying!”

Listening to this sentence on repeat literally set me on fire, Luna Flora was making a big deal out of Madam Aria’s minor injuries.

Our Alpha’s condition was critical, the wound on his chest wasn’t stopping bleeding and the pack doctors seemed helpless in this regard. As the head doctor said,

“Please call witch Ciara, Alpha Gladwin. Alpha’s wound isn’t superficial.”

No witch Ciara. Alpha Zayden needed his powerful whisperer mate by his side.

I brought out my cell phone from my pants pocket to call Madam Helena, but Luna Flora spoke.

“Place Aria’s bed beside Zayden’s. They are mates, their mate-bond will overcome every difficulty.”

As I was about to vomit, I came out of the hospital and dialed Madam Helena’s number, it went straight to voicemail.

“Please pick up my call, ma’am. Alpha’s life is in danger!”

Alpha was losing blood rapidly, and I had no trust in Madam Aria’s bond with Alpha. So, after many tries, I contacted Bet