The Alpha's Forgotten Luna
I urged gently.
She hesitated for half a second, her hands trembling as she reached for it. I didn’t let go immediately. Instead, I steadied the bottle with my own hand as she lifted it slowly to her lips. She took a small sip.
Her breathing remained uneven at first, but gradually, with every swallow, the hiccups began to slow. I stayed close, watching carefully, making sure she didn’t choke or rush herself.
“That’s it,” I murmured quietly. “Slowly.” She lowered the bottle after a few seconds, her chest rising and falling deeply as she tried to regain control over her breathing. Another soft hiccup escaped, but it wasn’t as harsh as before.