Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Alpha Scratch Post

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Alpha Roman ," Abel grinned at Roman, who stirred from his long sleep. Due to the severity of his condition, he had been sedated to prevent further aggravation.

Right now, he groaned from the infirmary bed, feeling a crick in his tone. He sat up, stretching the affected area.

"I’m guessing I’m at the infirmary," he said, glancing around.

"Yes."

"What time is it?"

"8 p.m." another voice answered, and Roman turned his head to see Adele approaching with a clipboard in hand, and his cardinal brothers standing behind her.

"Oh great," Roman thought inwardly, sure they’d come to mock him and rub salt in his wounds.

"Well, well, well," Griffin was the first to speak, humor lacing his tone. "Isn’t it the famous Alpha Roman? Quite the stunt you pulled today."

"Fuck off," he retorted.

"How can you say that when we came to check up on you?" the big guy teased further.

Roman rubbed his temple. "If you’re here to gloat, save it. I’m already humiliated. You can’t do more damage."

"Oh, sweetheart," Adele spoke up, "this isn’t gloating. It’s a clinical assessment."

Roman stared at the corners of her twitching lips, watching her fight back a laugh, and groaned in annoyance. She was clearly in on this with them.

Great. Fuck his life. Wasn’t he supposed to be the patient here? They should be pampering him, maybe even giving him "get well" kisses—though the mental image of being kissed by his cardinal brothers made him cringe. Instead, they were here to make him feel even worse.

"What went wrong with him?" Asher cut straight to the point.

At least he could count on the West Alpha not to kick him when he was already down. What a friend he had in Asher. Roman was genuinely glad.

Adele flipped the clipboard. "According to the injury report, Patient Roman presented with—" she paused dramatically, "’severe genital discomfort described by him as biting fire, despite no visible rash, boils, hives, or dermatological inflammation indicating infection, fungus, or parasites.’"

"Charming," Alaric remarked, speaking for the first time.

Roman shot him a death glare.

Adele continued. "Skin shows linear abrasions, mild lacerations, and surface bruising consistent with repeated aggressive rubbing against external surfaces...most likely a tree."

Alaric clarified all too accurately: "You humped a tree, Roman. In public."

"I didn’t hump the tree!" Roman growled under the sheet. "I attacked it."

"Your dick was the weapon of choice, apparently," Asher remarked dryly.

Roman felt his heart crack. He’d thought Asher was his ally. So much for that sacred brotherhood.

Adele said to him, "I think you should be grateful it’s only localized swelling from trauma and not a fracture or tear in the penile shaft. Otherwise, the southern pack would’ve been on their knees, praying to the goddess for your ability to sire an heir in the future."

Roman spoke bitterly. "Trust me, that would’ve been nice."

At once, an awkward silence settled over the room, heavy and telling, as if everyone instinctively understood the deeper meaning behind those words.