Chapter 92: Like Her Mother!

Lottie POV

The sounds of Mike's cries almost drowned out the Alphas question; scrunching my nose up, I looked down at Mike, who was sweating like a whore in church. The satisfaction of seeing him in physical pain should have made me feel better, but it didn't. Not even a little bit.

"Luna Charlotte?" It was Alpha Adam who broke the trance I was in, my fingers so far into Mike's wound that I watched the colour drain from his face and his head lull to the side. It still felt weird being called Luna. I wanted to correct them, but I had more important concerns right now.

"Lottie is fine." I whispered simply.

"Why isn't his wolf healing him? He doesn't have cuffs on." Adam asked, stroking my wrist carefully to get my attention; lifting my eyes to meet his, I sucked down the sob that was suffocating my throat.

"You will have to ask him." I snapped, pulling my wrist away and out of Mike's open wound. Turning from the concerned eyes of the visiting Alpha, I approached my Father, seeing him