To Love My Alpha King

Chapter 21

Arya looked at the shiny artifact and picked it up before she met Kohl's eyes again, which were all swollen and bloodshot.

"Don't worry, I apologized to him...I said I would, so I did. The sword sadly wasn't ready yet," Kohl said. When he let out a little awkward smile, his teeth were all red too. The guy was a mess.

"You did this just to get my bracelet back...?" Arya whispered.

"I don't want you to feel like you felt yesterday. Sad and angry."

"You..." Arya swallowed. Why was Kohl risking his life for this? She never wanted that. The bracelet wasn't worth her mate's life.

"Just..fix me up please," Kohl quickly said when Arya's eyes glazed up a bit.

Arya nodded and washed her husband.

"I need a needle and thread. A few wounds are deep and they need to be stitched," Kohl said.

He had received some punches that were so hard that his skin had cleaved open, leaving cuts that were too big to just leave untreated.

"I know Mira has that somewhere. I'll get it," Arya answered and she stood up to search in the cabinets until she had found what she wanted.

"I have them. Needle and thread. Can you do it yourself?" she asked Kohl.

"Can you do it?"

"I've never done it before," Arya replied. She didn't want to hurt Kohl or mess up the wound.

"I'll show you, then you'll know how to do it. It'll be handy for the future," Kohl replied.

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After Kohl's wounds were all stitched up, he ate Arya's made soup and went to bed.

Arya looked at her sleeping mate. Not one cry had spilled from Kohl's lips as the needle pierced his flesh over and over again. The alpha must have been in pain while stitching himself up. Even now, the wounds still must hurt him. And he went through all this trouble for a bracelet, just because he didn't want Arya to feel sad and angry.

Arya touched the golden piece of jewelry and couldn't help but wonder: Was her husband changing into someone good?

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"You're healed enough to start practicing again. But I would take it slow," Inoa told Aema.

His wounds were closed up, but still looked red and the skin covering them was new and thus thin.

Aema had some mixed feelings. He wanted to participate in practicing fighting with Geara's warriors again. But whom were they even fighting for? For that bastard, Pascal? That fake King?

"Ok, thanks," he replied, knowing he also had another reason to be pleased about leaving the room.

Inoa smiled, knowing what was on Aema's mind. "She's outside...I think she's bringing water to the fighters as we speak."

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"Ohhhhh, you're one fine piece of ass, aren't you?" a dirty fighter said as he touched Brianna's face.

The man was handsome, Brianna couldn't deny that, but shivers ran down her spine when she felt the nasty, sweaty fingers brushing against her cheek. The man smelled very masculine and that wasn't an attractive scent to Brianna at all. She wanted to scream when the man ran his hand lower till it almost touched her chest.

Almost...cause the hand was stopped by someone.

"Keep your dirty hands to yourself, Magnus, or I will chop them off!" A voice came from the back. An angry growling voice, breathing at the back of Brianna's neck.