The Alpha’s Pretty Mistake
A minor healing salve, infused with crushed herbs and wolfsbane to dull pain and regenerate surface tissue.
“I made a new batch,” she said. “Stronger. The others were diluted, I was running low on belladonna. But I have more now.”
“That’s thoughtful of you,” I said quickly. “Thank you. I’ll take it to him.”
She didn’t hand it over.
Instead, she stared at me. Her eyes were sharp beneath her gentle tone. “I can walk it there myself. I need to check his bandages anyway.”
“No need,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “He’s asleep.”
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