บท 83: A CURSE

XADEN'S POV

Xaden pressed the cloth over his shoulder to ease the bleeding. 

"Where is Loren?" He demanded. 

"He is attending to the dead Alphas." One of his guards told him. 

Xaden tossed the bloodied cloth on a heap of bloodied pieces of clothing. 

He picked up a fresh one. "Dead Alphas? They are dead for a reason. He works for me."

"Actually, he isn't the one who is treating the ill Alphas. The slave you brought in, Jasmine, Alpha Bale's daughter." The guard explained. 

Xaden didn't know why he had to use all that description and remind him that Bale's daughter was here. 

"What about her?" He asked as he pressed the cloth on the bleeding shoulder. 

"She is the one treating the wolves." He said. "Then Loren is the one taking away the bodies."

Why was she working for Loren? 

Since when did that start? And the Loren he knew didn't like working for anyone.