ALPHA GREGORY’s POV.

I laid him on the bed in my room, his hands clumsy as I searched for the worst of his wounds.

Since there was no doctor at the moment, I decided to tend to his wound myself. I stared at him closely to observe where he was hurt.

There was a cut along his temple, bleeding not too much. Bruises kissed his ribs as I took off his clothes. I swallowed hard as I tried not to stare but it was too difficult.

I composed myself then, I went into the bathroom, brought out a clean white cloth, and, filled a small bowl with water.

He’s an...