CHAPTER 5.2 Matthew’s POV I take the plate from Nessa’s hands, my fingers deliberately brushing against hers for a fraction of a second. The sparks are instantaneous, a jolt of pure electrical current that shoots straight up my arm and settles deep in my chest. She flinches slightly, pulling her hand back with a cold expression, but I can hear the sudden, chaotic skip of her heartbeat. She is here. She is in my room, making sure I am fed, making sure I am taking my medicine like I am some fragile, helpless human boy. “Look at her, Matthew! Just look at our beautiful, angry mate!” Match is practically howling with joy inside my head, rolling around in my subconscious like a lunatic. “She baked for us! She brought us sweets! She pretends she is cold, but she is hovering over us like a protective woman guarding her recovering Alpha. This pampering… oh, I could get used to being poisoned if it means she treats us like this every single day!” I sit there, completely frozen, slowly chew
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