CHAPTER 82

MITCH CHESTER

AFTER TURNING ON this unfamiliar bed for most of the night, he was up at the first crack of sunlight. He stood from the bed with a grunt and stretched, his bones and back popped.

"That's what you get from a badly spent night in a new bed," He muttered to himself as he trudged up the stairs to his bathroom. He washed up quickly and didn't bother to shave before he went downstairs to the dining table.

"Good morning, your highness," Patty, his chef greeted cheerily.

"Hmph," He grunted in reply.

"Ah, I see my salve worked for the wound on your neck," She gleamed as she placed a cup of coffee on the table. "You'll tell me when you need more, yes? It was a secret recipe I learned from my former pack."

Mitch grunted and nodded. She waited around for a while like she wanted to say something more, then she retreated into the kitchen.

Mitch subconsciously touched his neck where he had slashed his neck. The skin had healed up perfectly. Was it a result of the salve? Or just his bod