Chapter Twenty-One-Marcus

I deserved that.

By the looks of Luther's bruises and demeanor, I really deserved it. For an alpha to have bruises, and them not heal immediately, meant they'd forced-fed him wolf's bane, or continuously beat him.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it were both.

Lilly gasped as Luther slugged me, sending me stumbling against the doctor's bed where she sat. I caught myself with one hand on either side of her and chuckled humorlessly for a moment. "Okay. I deserved that," I said, turning to face him, but he hit me again.

Lilly shrieked. "Stop it! Please!"

The dragon doctor cursed under his breath and stepped back with his palms in the air, bandages hanging from each hand.

But Luther was on a rampage. I blocked his second punch, and gripped his wrist, seeing his wolf skimming the surface. His eyes were blazing. "Luther, I deserved the first one. I'm not going to hold back if you hit me again, or sit there and get the crap beat out of me."

Luther chuckled, and snatched his hand away from me