Alpha’s Moonchild
His voice was sharp, like a command.
I blinked, remembering that we weren’t alone. Four figures stood near the far wall. Two warriors, stiff and expressionless. A woman in healer’s robes stepped forward. Her scent marked her as the pack doctor.
She hesitated, glancing at Alpha Jaxon. “Alpha—”
“Check her,” he ordered.
I stiffened as the doctor approached, her fingers cool and professional as she pressed against my wrist, my temple. She checked my pulse, the healing wounds on my skin, the bruises that already healed but left a mark. Alpha Jaxon sat unnervingly still, watching her every movement.
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