Chapter 45. The Tug of the Mate Bond

“No, I won’t allow you to take them. You’re to be on bed rest until I say otherwise. You know how severe your injuries are. What makes you think you’d be able to use a crutch with a compromised left arm?”

Rhiannon was frustrated. She gripped the crutches with her good arm tightly, not ready to let go of them, “I’m going to find my mate. I can’t help but think that something is terribly wrong and that is why he isn’t here yet,”

“I already told you. He’s busy. Alpha Elijah has been very busy,” Amelia stated, trying her hardest to convince her patient.

“I want to hear that from him directly,” Rhiannon said and began struggling to align the crutches around her bad arm.

“As your attending doctor, I will not allow you to take a step with those things,” Amelia proclaimed, her stance strong. She then pointed at Rhiannon’s injured leg, which she was already straining by trying to stand on her own, “You’re only going to make your injuries worse, and you’ll put pressure