Minho. Minlix. Ru.

“Get your paws off me,” Minho growls, waving the healer away.

“Shut your mouth and let me treat the wounds, otherwise your father will use my skin as his footstool,” Felix retorts, baring his sharp wolf fangs.

The leader made it clear to the healer that if his son was not given the best possible help, he would make the alpha regret that he had taken up healing.

“Maybe that’s where you belong,” the leader’s son continues, breathing heavily.

Pain clouded his vision, clouded his mind, and made him thrash around the bed like the wounded animal he was. Felix was the only one of the healers who was able to get close to the Enigma, whose pheromones were now mercilessly filling the air, trying to suppress the alpha, who remained surprisingly resistant to the scent.

“You’ll sit on the floor at my feet and thank me for saving your ass,” the alpha twists and deftly pinches the elder’s nose with a handkerchief soaked in dope, forcing Minho to calm down and fall asleep.

And Felix will indeed save the enigma, perfectly patching up the terrible wounds received in the fight with the grizzly in the forest - Minho understands all this, slowly returning to consciousness several days later.

But his mood wasn't improving. Enigma hated being seen as weak. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't allow himself, as a member of the upper sex, to be vulnerable in the eyes of others. And especially {{char}} in the mocking eyes of Felix, who had just entered his room.