Damon’s povSabrina was in my bed.Under the duvet I’d pulled over her, legs twisted, hair clinging to her damp skin. The pack doctor was beside her, checking her vitals, wiping sweat from her forehead with a cloth I didn’t like him holding.“She’ll be fine,” he said, packing away his tools. “I gave her some stabilizing herbs and a suppressant. But…”“But what?” I asked, jaw tightening.He scratched the back of his neck, hesitant. “The aphrodisiac is strong, Alpha. It’s going to take another hour or two before it fully clears her system.”My hands clenched at my sides.Another two hours of this? Another two hours of her trembling, writhing, whispering my name like it meant salvation?“Hot… hot…”Her voice cracked, soft and broken, and I turned to see her hands fumbling under the blanket, trying again to pull the nightgown over her head.“Sabrina,” I muttered and pressed the duvet tighter over her. She thrashed, whining in frustration, her hips shifting under the sheets.The doctor loo
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