THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2
Lanka Monroe POV
"You have pushed your limits enough for one evening, Lanka," Andrew growls, his massive arms wrapping under my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly toward the thick furs of the nesting platform.
"Put me down, Andrew, I need to wash this dried sweat and hospital stench off my skin," I mutter, my hands pressing against his broad shoulders to push him away.
"The pack shaman explicitly warned me that the silver extraction puncture cannot touch water for at least a day," Andrew says, his voice flat and unyielding as he drops me onto the soft, heavy furs.