Desperate measures

(SCOTT'S P. O. V.)

By the time I wake up, it's already morning, and my pounding headache from the previous night had lessened drastically. Part of me knows that I deserve this; all my bad deeds were catching up on me, 'nemesis' they would call it. This was the way the goddess decided to punish me, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself.

Whereas the other part of me hated every second of this, and felt it was unfair. The ability to do something affective and the respect towardse as an alpha had reduced drastically towards me, and was replaced by the emotion that I thouroughly hated; pity.

Now, my own guards watched over me like I was going to drop dead any second, because the pack doctor said that they should keep an eye on me. It was annoying to be treated as an inferior, when everyone is supposed to bow at the mention of my name. Yet that wasn't the case; they were all treating me as if I was a child. Forcing me to eat things when I had zero appetite, and stay in bed like a si