Chapter 117

Ardan’s PoV My surroundings came back to me in pieces. I felt a grave amount of sharp, unrelenting pain, as the scent of antiseptic burned my nostrils. My head throbbed with each breath, and I struggled to open my eyes against the blinding white light. The first thing I saw was a familiar figure standing over me, Micheal. His hands were steady as he cleaned and dressed the wounds that filled my body. Michael, once a trusted family friend and the royal wolf doctor—someone I’d thought of as a brother. Now, standing in this enemy-controlled space, tending to me under Dominic’s command. “Michael,” I said hoarsely with my voice barely above a whisper. His hands were still, but he didn’t look up. “Save your strength, your majesty,” he said softly with a professional tone. The title hit me like a slap. It felt hollow coming from him, reminding me of what I’d lost. I was angry and my anger dulled the pain in my body. “You betrayed us,” I rasped. Michael didn’t flinch, but his hands trembled sl