Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha
I ask, taking another step back when Daniel keeps insisting on coming over to give me a hug or maybe even kiss me, "Daniel, wait! Whose blood is this?"
"Mine, mostly... Rodrick's, Lucinda's and a little bit of Harry's. Don't worry, I'm starting to heal," he says and as I'm thinking about what he just said, Daniel takes advantage of me and hugs me. The smell of blood is so intense it makes me dizzy for a second, even if it’s mostly dry, “I missed you so much, baby."