Chapter 71 My Healer

• The next morning, Damien insisted on walking. The healers had warned against pushing too fast, but he ignored them. “An Alpha doesn’t heal by sitting still,” he grumbled stubbornly.
• Aria rolled her eyes, slipping an arm around his waist to steady him. “An Alpha also doesn’t fall on his face in front of his nurse.”
• He smirked, leaning slightly into her warmth as they took slow steps along the corridor. “You? A nurse? You scold more than you soothe.”