章 39: Chapter 39

Thinking about it made darkness swim behind Errol's eyes, he felt like he was drowning again but for some reason, Nael's eyes shone like the sun, and he found himself staring.

What did it matter if another Alpha wouldn't want him? Seton had broken him enough for no one to ever want him again.

Errol keep his gaze fixed on Nael as he slowly let his hands drop to his side, his dress shirt falling open.

Nael's look of consternation quickly changed to horror, if he was already short-circuiting from the bruise on Errol's cheek it didn't prepare him for the bruises he sported on his body.

There were healing ones and fresh ones, the outline of his ribs poking through his purple-splashed skin.

Nael staggered backward, his head reeling. Rage climbed up his throat like bile, scalding him. He forced himself to stand upright however and take off Errol's shirt completely, desperately needing to see the extent of the damage done.