My breath hitched hearing his words. 'He knew I had been awake all this while.'
"Master, I don't know what you are talking about."
His eyes narrowed down at me. Being under his burning gaze was too torturous for my poor heart.
ARGH!
I cried in pain, with intentions to distract him from probing further. Alaric walked past him, "Are you still hurting?" He sat on the edge of the bed, gently carrying my injured arm.
He sighed. "You should have healed by now, but because you are an Omega, healing will take a few days to a week." He gently patted my shoulder; his hands flew to his side when a growl rumbled from Damon's chest.
Nervously, Alaric stood up before taking a few steps from me. "I'll call for the healer." His back was the only thing that appeared in my line of sight.
Hesitantly, I turned to the man whose expression had darkened, as if a great storm was coming. "Master, are you okay?" I blinked innocently at him.
'I meant mentally, not your fucking feelings.'
