[NOUR]
"Fuck, that hurts," Nour whispered when he regained consciousness. He could still remember the feeling of his mate's boots slamming him into a darkness he was never ready for. He hated how shit had turned out but what else could he do?
"Don't. Move," a stern voice interrupted him, as he tried to sit up, thinking he was still on the floor of the healing chambers. Well, he was definitely not there because there was a very pissed-off Lycan who was staring at him, disapproval written all over his face.
"Delbert? Why… What am I doing here? I should be at—" Nour began but the Lycan didn't even make a move. Instead, he just stood there like a statue, staring at the weak wolf in his bed, a man so powerful yet so broken at the same time.
"What happened?" Nour asked.
"I changed your clothes and prepared breakfast for you. Don't worry, I healed you, that means you can do whatever the hell you want, except leave this house. If you do that, I will kill Grant without thinking twice.
