Alpha Nathaniel was lying flat in the bed, staring at white ceiling,

“I did miss the dosage but there was no harm done.”

He moved his limp body with last ounce of the strength left and rolled over. He was drained after that fit of curse which was more intense than the usual ones.

“I was busy dealing with rogue Alpha Simon. He sent me this message yesterday.”

He handed a red envelope to Mukadil.

“Greetings, Alpha Nathaniel Michaelson.

I should congratulate you for your trickery, you really surprised me this time.

Despite of being cursed, you were really smart to arrange a fake wife for the Council’s general elections....