I Faked Being a Boy, Now the Alpha is my Mate
It was erratic, thumping way too fast against his skin.
I scrambled to the kitchen, finding a rusted hand-pump sink. I pumped it until a stream of cold, muddy water coughed out. Filling a cracked mug, I ran back to him.
"Drink," I ordered, lifting his head.
He coughed, the water spilling down his chin. He started to cough, a deep, wracking sound that brought up a spray of dark blood.
"Jordan!"
"It’s... the silver," he coughed, his hand clutching his side. "Get it... get the silver out."
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