The Rejected Alpha
“That was fast.”
“Save it,” I snarled, baring my teeth as I turned my lethal glare directly onto the pack doctor. “Explain.”
Olivia, our head doctor, swallowed hard, holding her ground. “She woke up, Alpha.”
I threw a sharp, disbelieving look toward the bed, where Mirabel lay completely still, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence. “Woke up? She looks like she’s still dead to the world to me,” I snapped, the agitation clawing at my throat.