#Chapter20

A Bucket of Apologies

"Let me see your arm," Kratos quietly says, and I immediately obeyed. He used his Alpha tone on me, so my Omega ass has no choice but to do what he says.

He was holding my arm, assessing the claw marks on it while I shut my eyes closed while hissing. But not in pain. I was hissing at how I feel intense sparks from his skin to mine. I would be lying if I said I wouldn't want him to literally kiss the pain away. Besides, we're mates. My wound would heal faster if he kisses it.

"It's deep, but not life-threatening," he says,...