Zayn burst into the healer's station, holding Lily in his arms. Blood was smeared across his chest, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the cold glares or hear the whispers that followed him down the hallway.
All he saw was her.
"Is that—?"
"He's carrying her?"
“She’s just a slave. Why—?”
Zayn’s jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the room.
A healer stepped forward, then stopped when he saw who Zayn held. His nose wrinkled.
“Alpha, that girl—she’s a prisoner. A slave. She doesn’t belong here.”
“She’s wounded,” Zayn snapped, voice low and dangerous.
Another healer muttered under his breath, “She’s the daughter of our enemy. You really want us wasting herbs on her?”
Zayn’s eyes burned. “Say that one more time.”
They shut their mouths but none dared to move forward.
Then a voice spoke up behind them.
“I’ll do it.”
Zayn turned.
It was Bianca’s mate, Kael, one of the youngest pack healers. He stepped into view, already pulling on gloves and rolling up his sleeves.
