Chapter 40: Seething
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting golden light across the training grounds. The distant sounds of the heirs sparring and orders being barked filled the air, but inside the private wing of the manor, a storm was brewing.
A very angry storm named Riven.
He was sitting up in bed, arms crossed, his expression dark. His tail flicked irritably beneath the blankets, ears flattened against his head. He should have been out there, doing something useful. Instead, Ronan had abandoned him.
Abandoned.
Again!
His sharp teeth clenched as he seethed. His claws twitched against his arms. His alpha had left him. Did not even inform him. Dumped him onto some other guy and disappeared to play with the heirs.
What was that supposed to mean?!
Riven wanted to break something.
Across the room, a certain bunny was watching with a mixture of confusion and concern.
Elliot had been tending to Riven all morning, making sure his herbs were working and checking on his condition. But something was... Off.
"Your fever should be gone by now," Elliot muttered, tilting his head as he studied Riven’s face. "But you still look really pale..."