Chapter20

#Chapter20

A Bucket of Apologies

/"Let me see your arm,/" Kratos quietly says, and I immediately obeyed. He used his Alpha tone on me, so my Omega ass has no choice but to do what he says.

He was holding my arm, assessing the claw marks on it while I shut my eyes closed while hissing. But not in pain. I was hissing at how I feel intense sparks from his skin to mine. I would be lying if I said I wouldn't want him to literally kiss the pain away. Besides, we're mates. My wound would heal faster if he kisses it.

/"It's deep, but not life-threatening,/" he says, and I was hypnotized by his voice. He looked at me as he asked, /"What are you feeling? You just woke up and now your arm was nearly chopped off. Do you feel dizzy?/"

I meekly shook my head, /"No./"

He nodded, not responding. He was just sitting beside me, holding my arm. For a moment there, he actually sound so... concerned. As if he cares about me and my welfare. As if I matter to him.