Chapter 150: A little about curse
THIRD PERSON’S POV
As soon as Maverick reached the outside of the room where Valencia was lying on the hospital bed, looking so weak because of the loss of blood, his heart was broken into thousands of shards.
No matter what happened to her or how anyone talked to her, he never saw any sadness or weakness on her face. She was always smiling and trying to be happy.
Thus, seeing her like this with IV in her hand, he took a deep breath before entering the room, feeling remorseful for not being able to protect her.
Maybe if he had followed her immediately after he received her message, he would’ve been able to save her. Or if he hadn’t stood from the table in the first place and gone with her, he would’ve been able to protect her.
She was so prone to accidents that it was starting to scare him.
He already lost his family and everyone he once loved in an attack. Seeing their dead bodies covered in blood was his biggest nightmare coming true. He didn’t know if he had the capacity to lose someone else, someone who was becoming a vital part of his life and a protagonist in his story.
Maverick walked to Valencia and sat beside her. There was a faint smell of another man in the room, but due to chemicals induced by the smell, it was hard to describe if the person was even a werewolf in the first place.
That wasn’t important at the moment. If anyone was threatening, he would deal with them later. What he was happy about was that she was still breathing and fine.