The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 382

Liora’s POV

I spent the entire next day in the infirmary. The nurse said that the knife had stabbed clean through the muscle, which made sense, considering the fact that every time I tried to stand, my leg completely gave out from under me.

It took a lot of rest and pain medication to be able to walk around at all the next day. Even worse, I had to use a crutch. That got me a lot of stares and whispers around campus.

Everyone, look at wolfless Liora, having to rely on a crutch just to move around. Not like a normal wolf, who could have healed enough by now to walk on their own.

“Ignore them,” Mia said gently, looping her arm through my free one as I hobbled to class. “Once your wolf comes back, they’ll all realize who you really are and they’ll only be staring at you out of reverence.”

I rolled my eyes. “If my wolf ever comes back,” I muttered.

Mia shot me a look. I had told her about those moments when I had managed to fight off the rogues. My wolf had come back just in the nick of time, only to disappear again. It seemed, no matter how hard I tried, that she was simply hell bent on only returning for good if I rekindled my bond with a guy who was engaged to another.

Who, by the way, hadn’t come to the infirmary again.

I hadn’t heard a peep from Callum since it all happened. If that was even him who left me the flower, then that made everything even more cryptic and confusing. Because he had saved me, and he had watched me sleep and brought me a gift, and yet he couldn’t even talk to me.

I tried not to think about it, but the thoughts swirled around my head anyway. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw imaginary images of him running through the woods to save me, holding my hand, then leaving in the end with Bianca.

“Miss Belrose.”

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