The Alpha was going through it again.
The curse—the bond-mate bond.
The Alpha had been going through it for the past three years since Luna Rose left.
It was really weird; the illness seemed like a rejection curse. At the same time, it did not.
It was as if the Luna had partially rejected him and yet still not rejected him.
The mate rejection curse was the worst thing that could happen to any Alpha. It was much more painful than when the Luna is rejected by the Alpha.
The pain that Master Rolan had suffered all these years was very much.
A maid opened the door, rushing in with trembling hands.
She bit her lip and quickly gave the blue pills in the white bag to Alfred.
"Here, Master Alfred. Please don't blame me for coming late."
Alfred ignored the maid and only collected the bag hurriedly, then walked to Rolan, raising his head up.
Rolan's strong arm pushed him, and Alfred almost stumbled.