An Alpha for the Alpha
I hear my captor’s heavy footsteps move down the hallway and I swallow any trace of my smile, getting ready, so as soon as he unlocks the door I am back to coughing.
“I have something for you little Alpha,” His voice is a little too cheerful as he enters.
I can’t help but look curiously at him.
‘What is it ?’ Cana asks, but I ignore him.
He turns, a tray in his large hand, “Look, tea with honey for your throat and a spray with antibiotics … What more can you ask for ?”
I stare at him for a moment. I had not expected this. I mean it’s caring and considerate. Also, I have a hard time imagining rogues sitting around sipping tea.