CHAPTER 92: The broken Alpha

  Beatrice went back to Quiver's room. Her eyes are swollen from crying, and she is thankful that Quiver is sleeping right now. She doesn't want him to see her eyes. Beatrice walks towards the chair beside Quiver's bed and watches Quiver sleep.

  Beatrice took a deep breath, wiped her face, and then looked at the ceiling before she started to think. Eventually, she couldn't think straight at this moment. Her mind was occupied because of Quiver's condition and what happened earlier. Her heart is so broken at this moment.

  "Beatrice…" She looked at Quiver, who was now conscious, she stood up and held Quiver's hand.

  "Quiver, baby, how you feeling?" She asked and wiped Quiver's forehead. "I'm so worried about you. Do you need something?" Beatrice asked, but Quiver slowly shook his head and held Beatrice's hand.

  "I only need you now," Quiver said, slowly smiling at Beatrice. She swallowed, and her tears gradually formed in her eyes.