Do you have any objections?

NALEDI’S POV

I was one step closer to winning his trust.

Draken was confined in his room. Not his office. Another room was dedicated solely for his use. I didn’t think I’d see the day he was confined to bed rest, but apparently, when you lived long enough, you would get to see a lot of things.

Ezra who went on a specified mission he said he couldn’t disclose to me just stepped in this morning to attend to our dear Alpha, who was not healing as fast as I’d assumed he should.

Taking into account that he wasn’t getting his powers restricted and all that, it was clear that something was wrong. I sat beside the devil like the doting soon-to-be bride I was as we listened to Ezra’s diagnosis.

“The wound is not healing because the bullets were spelled. Nicolai must have asked some of the witches under him to spell the bullets so it could affect supernaturals.”