The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 32

My good friend Jess-Sansom, who I go to university with, has published her very first book on Wattpad called: The Prince's Princess.

I highly recommend you check it out as she's a little nervous and would love to receive constructive criticism! If you enjoy it: vote, comment, and add it to your reading lists for updates! Jess is such a lovely person and would really appreciate your time!

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

- Sian

A month later, William was getting stronger as the days went by. Sometimes, he could even hop himself to the bathroom, though it did hurt his injured leg, and Sam was almost always around to help him with his struggles. William's leg was healing well, but just as predicted, the strength wasn't coming back like usual. It felt weak and trembled when he tried to put weight on it, then crumbled underneath him.

Today, he starts physio in hopes of regaining a little bit of strength, enough that he will start walking with crutches and then a walking stick when he is confident enough.

The idea of walking with a stick for the rest of his life was far from comforting, but a price William would pay countless times to save Sam.

He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Sam to finish cleaning his own room. William still hadn't set foot in the Beta wolf's territory, but he felt well enough to make the switch.

Over the weeks, the boys grew comfortable with their bond and familiar with spending every spare second together. Hunter gave Sam a few weeks off from the pack to spend as much time as he needed with William, knowing that it can be tough for a mate to cope if their better half is injured, especially if they are a new couple.

Moments later, Sam entered William's bedroom, a little out of breath.

"It was really messy," he chuckled, sitting next to his mate and holding his waist so he could help the human stand. "You can finally see the floor."

"You didn't have to tidy it you know," William chuckled, managing to limp down the corridor with the help of the Beta wolf.

"I did because you need a clear path to move around and it'll soon be our room, not just mine. It's a little inconsiderate to keep it messy."

William nodded, sneaking a peek at his lips, loving how Sam's smile softened his eyes.

"The last time I entered your room, I was drunk, and you kicked me out," he said with humour.

"That was your fault," Sam replied, stopping outside his bedroom and letting William lean against the door frame. "I won't kick you out again, I promise."

"I hope not." William held the door frame while Sam entered his room and stopped to watch his mate's feet. "Are you ready? Can I come in?"

"Yes," Sam breathed, trying to control his heart.

William took a moment, then hopped from the carpet onto the wood, and Sam got so excited that he changed into his wolf, howling with delight.

William laughed as Sam brushed himself against him, then flopped onto the floor and started rolling around, mixing his scent with his mates.

"This is the best day ever!" Sam thought.

"Can you take me over to your bed? I can't stand for much longer." William was like a flamingo, patiently perched on one leg.

Sam changed into his human form and swooped William up in his arms, grinning as wide as possible.

When William sat on his unmade bed, Sam turned into his wolf again, unable to keep it back. He climbed on the bed and nuzzled his nose into Will's neck, licking his skin, needing his taste.