Alpha Jameson paces the room they insisted I stay in. It’s far more lavish than what I’m accustomed to with its sweeping windows spanning the entire side of the room and enough space to house thirty warriors. Instead of my typical full-size bed, I’m being forced to lie in a king-sized, four-poster bed with gray linens. The only thing that is similar to my room is the color of the blankets I’m laying in. And hell, these linens are easily much finer than the ones I use.
“Alpha, the healer is wrong. I will be available as early as tomorrow to head back out.” I assure him. Though I’m not the only spy we have in the warrior pack, I’m one of the best. A position that I could achieve only because Nickolai had helped to teach me how to use my brains as much as my brawns.
Alpha Jameson stops in his tracks and swings his angry gaze at me. “You think that is what I’m upset about?” He scoffs.
“I truly am fine, Alpha.” I sigh.
“I have asked you time and time again to please just call me Jameso
