#Chapter 200: You’re Being Drafted

Almara’s Pov

The hospital doors burst open which commands my attention. Normally, the urgency in which the hospital doors open are mere background noise at this point, but something about the force in which the swinging doors almost flew off their hinges makes this particular entrance more intriguing.

Perhaps it was more than the urgency of the doors that caught my attention, and maybe it was the fact that we’re fated mates- but I lock eyes with Arthur standing tall and ready for attack just in front of the doors shutting too slowly behind him in comparison to the force in which they were opened.

For the first time, as far as I can tell, since I’ve been here the hospital which normally functions at a high intensity and anxious temper has stilled.

Though Arthur looks physically prepared to take on any sudden attack with his feet planted firmly on the tile, his fists clenched at his sides, and his shoulders slightly hunched at a defensive position, his eyes look defeated.

Behind his cra