Colton's POV
It's been two weeks!
Two weeks and she hadn't moved despite the several healers I had brought to check her.
They all said the same thing, that there was nothing wrong with her.
"Doctor Sam," I called, placing the half-empty glass of vodka on the table. "What should I do?"
The grey-haired man let out a deep sigh as he readjusted her IV fluid. He then sat down beside me, his eyes on her.
"I've treated late bloomers before, it's never taken this long for them to get better. Her vitals are very much okay, everything is perfect…"
"Yet," I continued, interrupting him. "She's refused to wake up."
"Alpha…."
"Something is wrong, right?" I glanced at him, forcing L back. I could feel him pushing to the surface.
He had this crazy idea that marking her as ours would wake her up, after all, 'Love was the greatest antidote.' But I couldn't risk it. What if something went awry?
