Chapter 8 Allister

Allister's POV

I heard angered voices outside the hospital room where Alpha Samuel lay on the sterile white sheets of a hospital bed. He looked at me with a concerned expression. Samuel had seen much better days in his sixty-three years. His usual warm, tan complexion was ashen and gray. The doctors were still waiting on some tests to come back to hopefully have more of an understanding as to why he wasn’t healing.

“You can’t go back there!” I heard one of the warriors say.

“I have something that your Alpha will want.” The sound of a familiar voice said in return.

The statement piqued my interest. The sounds of small grunts echoed in the hospital hallway. When I walked out of the room, I saw Seraphina with a thin hospital gown on and held in each arm by two burly men. I gulped when I saw the angered expression on Alpha Constantine’s face. He was not someone you wanted to piss off and for some reason he was.

Seraphina let out a cry when one of the men restraining her jerked her arm