Ch 55 - The Fucking Bastard

AZALEA’S POV

I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize, and I quickly realized that I wasn’t at the pack house. I sat up, only to feel a sting on my shoulder, and that’s when it all came back to me.

I was going to the kitchen.

I got stopped by Beulah.

We spoke.

I was shot.

Clayton!

Despite the situation I was in, my face flushed at the thought of him.

At the thought of what we did.

It was beyond amazing. I didn’t know that I could connect to a person on such a level. I’m done fighting my attraction to him, and I can only hope that he feels the same way, because after what we shared, I doubt I’ll ever be able to feel that way with anyone else.

I reached back and touched the wound, hissing when I did. What the hell is this? It felt lodged in my back, and I knew that I had to pull it out somehow. I’m surprised I haven’t bled out. Biting my lip, I managed to grasp it, but whatever it was clamped onto my finger and I pulled it out in one yank.

“That’s some other kind of talent you have there.