LiamI groan, annoyed at the cutting, steady beeping ringing in my sensitive ears.I reach for the alarm clock on my nightstand. Well, I try to, but my arm feels like it's being weighed down by a cinder block.“Haz…” The words slip from my mouth as the dry passage of my throat crusts over, causing me to cough.“I'm here, babe,” she says quickly. “Don't move so quickly. Take it easy.”The quiver in her voice gives me the strength to pry my eyes open.The room blurs, waving in and out of focus. My mate's soft hand wraps around mine while the other caresses my abdomen.My cock gives a valiant attempt at rising, but when my vision finally clears and I take in the red, puffy rings around her eyes, it deflates.“What…” I lick my lips against the dryness, and the last 24 hours come back to me.The captives.The interrogation room.The bomb.“Fuck,” I croak out, worried for my pack mates, for my family, helping me to push past the pain and the tightness of my raw skin.Hazel presses a glass o
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