Grey muttered, "Back then, I said some really excessive things, causing trouble for both you and Alpha Roderick. I'm sorry; I didn't know how to make it up to you."
Catriona pressed her lips together and said, "You really startled me back then." She said bluntly, "That upright wolf mouth form of yours was both ugly and terrifying."
Grey paused, surprised. "Ugly?"
"Of course, it was extremely ugly," Catriona said directly, her expression a bit mischievous.
Grey frowned slightly, murmuring in response.
"If Eulalia sees you like that, she'll probably faint from fright."
Grey's body trembled.
His hand unconsciously clenched, his face paling slightly. Indeed, that chubby woman seemed to faint the first time she saw him...
Was he... ugly?
Was he... scary?
Seeing his expression, Catriona, in a rather childish way, found it somewhat amusing. Then, she spoke softly, "Alright, let's not talk about the past anymore. There might be more earthquakes in the next few days, so keep an eye on Eulalia."
Grey quietly said, "Until I confirm Alpha Roderick is okay, I'll take my leave."
Catriona's phone was buried underground and broken, but that didn't matter now; all she wanted was to see Roderick, and from now on, only him.
When Roderick was wheeled out, his body wrapped in bandages and casts, his eyes closed, his face an alarming shade of pale.
His stern brows and pale, thin lips were devoid of any color.
If he were just an ordinary human, he might not have survived.
But this werewolf Alpha had undergone three hours of surgery and was brought out just like that, needing no observation in intensive care.
Catriona's heart was entirely with Roderick; her gaze wouldn't leave him as she followed into the hospital room.
"He'll need to stay in the hospital for three months, but other than that, it's not too serious," the young and handsome male doctor said to Madam Nightblade. Apart from the signs of age in his eyes, it was hard to tell his exact age. He was Madam Nightblade's brother.
"His grandmother will know and will be coming down soon. It's his first time getting hurt like this, isn't it?" the doctor remarked.
Madam Nightblade had red-rimmed eyes as she nodded, "Even if his grandmother knows, she will praise him."
The male doctor patted her shoulder. "Don't worry; that kid is tough, he has an abnormal resilience."
That last comment displeased Madam Nightblade. "Don't say that about my child."
In the hospital room.
Roderick's family filled the room, while Catriona stood outside the crowd, holding her son, watching Roderick through the gaps.
She didn't feel right pushing her way to the front.
The reason Roderick lay there was because of her...
Roderick's family didn't blame her; it was her own guilt that she couldn't overcome.
But then, Angelina approached her and said, "Roderick would want to see you. Come, sit here."
That brat would definitely scold someone if he woke up and found his wife stuck outside.
Who didn't know him? Once he found the mate he liked, what were they, his original family, to him?
Sure enough, when Roderick woke up, he turned his gaze to Catriona.
Seeing the mother and son by his side, his eyes softened, and in front of so many members of his family, the first thing he said was, "Caddy... you promised, once we're out, we'd be together."
Catriona felt all eyes on her.
Her face flushed a bit, but she replied firmly, "Yes, together, just like I said."
She watched as he moved his thin lips, a handsome, sensual smile forming.
"Good."
"Caddy is now my mate."
"And I am Caddy's mate."
Catriona: "..."
The Nightblades: "..."
Whose patient wakes up and starts throwing out love declarations?
They had initially felt sorry for their younger relative, but seeing him like this, they exchanged a few words and then left.
"It seems I worried for nothing; perhaps someone thinks I'm a third wheel now," Angelina said from the side.
Roderick replied with a hum, "Just as long as you know."
"I'm leaving, no need to see me out," Angelina scoffed as she turned to go.
Before long, the hospital room was left with just the three of them.
Roderick seemed to feel no pain as he focused on Catriona, his thin lips parting slightly. "You're my mate; you promised."
He seemed to find it unreal, repeating it over and over.
If this were a dream, it was too blissful.
Because Catriona's eyes were filled with him.
