Chapter 73


    William P.O.V


    We all stared at n as he performed magic with his two bare hands. Alright, I’m not exaggerating.


    But I am stunned at the result of the herbs. Even Sienna looked mesmerized as she stared at him


    without even blinking. I am still wondering what she came here to do.


    It had a sweet fragrance that smelled like enticing fresh rose flowers. He stood up, holding the bowl


    that contained the contents of the herbs in his hands.


    I watched as he walked to the bathroom and when I walked in to follow him, I was stunned to see


    what was in the bathtub. Its liquid content doesn’t even look like the normal water I am used to.


    The water or shall I say potion that filled the bathtub to the brim is red in colour almost like blood


    and it’s emitting this familiar sweet fragrance that made me realize it’s probably from the herbs he


    mixed earlier.


    I looked at him and he stared back at me. “Alpha…,” he started and I wanted to growl at him to warn


    him not to call me alpha. I am not his alpha. But I just swallowed my words and waited for what he


    is about to say.


    “Luna has to be naked for this to work. I have to dip her injured body in the bathtub for hours. This is


    how it’ll be every day till she recovers,” he said.


    I so desperately want to punch his mouth and make him toothless. He wants to see Bridget’s


    nakedness. What sort of shaman is he? Can’t he just touch her or something to heal her? Does it


    have to be this extreme?


    “Alpha, I know you must be thinking about weird stuff but I am seriously not nning anything


    against Luna. It’s just that her injuries are beyond the stage of me just touching her to heal her. This


    is a potent potion I learnt one time and I know it’ll work,” he exined and I sighed.


    “You will have to look away when I bring her here and strip her clothes. I can put her in the bathtub


    myself. You don’t need to do it,” I told him and he smiled.


    “If you can endure the pain,” he replied curtly. I arched an eyebrow at his words. A confused


    expression spread on my face. What is he saying? What does he mean?


    Of course, I was soon about to find out what he meant minutester.


    I carried Bridget to the bathroom. The blood already dried up but some of her wounds are still


    bleeding. It’s surprising cause we, werewolves are supposed to heal faster. So the injuries must be


    as serious as n said.


    Just as he promised, as soon as n heard the door unlocked and I walked in with Bridget in my


    arms, he turned around. It was really difficult to strip Bridget’s clothes while I was still carrying her in


    my arms.


    But I couldn’t ask for help so I shredded the ones like the stripes of her dress that I found difficult to


    lose. The clothes have been ruined by blood anyway.


    As soon as she was naked, I gently lowered her into the potion that was still warm. Hmm… He


    didn’t boil it so why is it warm? I arched an eyebrow at this. It must be one of his magic tricks.


    No sooner had I dipped her in, than she began to tremble and cry. Her face contorted into a painedContent ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    expression that hit my chest so badly that I could even feel the pain myself.


    That was when I remembered what he had said earlier about ‘ if I can endure the pain ‘. So this is


    what he meant. I watched Bridget as she cried over and over again in pain.


    I thought I could see the tears streaming down her face. Each painful cry she made went straight to


    my heart. I can feel it bleeding. She doesn’t deserve this. She has never deserved this pain. Why


    did the moon goddess make her suffer so much?


    Why did her parents have her if they weren’t going to take care of her? I don’t know… Too many


    questions… I doubt if there’s ever going to be an answer to my questions.


    “She has to stay in there for hours alpha… Can you bear the pain?” n’s quiet voice asked. I


    looked at him and his face is still facing the marble tiles of the bathroom walls.


    “How many hours?” I asked. I don’t know how I was able to talk. I can’t remember how my voice


    sounded when I spoke but I know it must have been strained.


    “I don’t know… Maybe one hour… Two hours or more than that,” He answered and I could feel


    myself shivering like never before. I peered down at Bridget. She has to endure hours of this pain


    every single day until she recovers and regains consciousness.


    “She can only be carried out from the bathtub when the potion changes colour. I think it''s supposed


    to change from red to colourless,” He said and I looked at the liquid content in the bathtub.


    Why does it look like the red colour is getting to a deeper shade of red? I sniffled again and I bent


    down. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand.


    I wanted to hold her hands and tell her it was going to be okay as long as she opens her eyes to


    me. But I can’t. That fucking bastard made sure to design every part of her body with that de.


    I wish the moon goddess will grant him a second life so I can kill him again. I have never wished for


    anything in my life as much as I am wishing for Jackson to be resurrected back to life so I can


    torture him slowly and give him the definition of hell on earth.


    Bridget kept tossing and turning in the bathtub. She cried in pain and trembled from the immense


    pain I know she must be feeling but I couldn’t even do anything.


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