Chapter 148. Frustrated Bath

I woke up feeling significantly better. Being injured in wolf form, the wounds were practically healed, leaving only a persistent discomfort in the form of an unpleasant slime in the throat, whose repugnant taste lingered.

“Are you awake already?” Harvey spoke lazily, growling. His wound had stopped bleeding, but the healing process had peculiarities.

“You need to see this; it should have healed by now!” I pointed to the bothered spot, approaching him. “Who or what did this to you?”

“You'd be surprised if I told you,” he shrugged.

“It must have been hell; the sounds escaping through the crack were terrifying,” I commented, caressing his wound.

“Not an interesting place for a stroll,” the Alpha growled. “But it wasn't entirely bad. I caught a glimpse of a fulfilled fetish.”

“What do you mean by that?” I snarled, feeling anger take over. The smell easily wafted away, making me clench my fists.

“Jealous, my Luna?” He teased, smiling.