The billionaire's omega wolf bride

Chapter 23

(Lenora POV)

I swear to the goddess, if I ever see Frederick again, I’m going to finish what I started.

I should’ve broken more than his ribs. Should’ve clawed that smug, snake-eyed face until he begged for mercy. Should’ve made sure he remembered what it meant to touch my mate.

But I didn’t.

Because Cameron was already on the ground—broken, bleeding—and I couldn’t waste another second.

Now here we are. A week later.

And he still hasn’t healed.

I sit on the edge of the bed, the old mattress creaking under my weight, and wring out the cloth in the basin beside me. It’s warm and smells faintly of lavender, one of the few herbs that doesn’t irritate wolf senses.

I gently wipe the sweat off Cameron’s forehead. His skin is clammy. His brows furrow in his sleep, like he’s caught somewhere between pain and dreams.

"This isn’t normal," I murmur, voice barely above a whisper.

Wolve heal broken bones in one or two days, after entering hibernation.But Cameron—he’s still stuck in bed. Bones mending slower than expected, bruises lingering.