The Alpha’s Prize
I whisper, scrambling through the sheets, although my legs refuse to move at natural pace, as if I’m dragging them through mud.
"You can't leave, you know that. It's going to take a bit of rehabilitation for you to feel good enough to leave," she babbles. "My parents don't mind that you're here, they are very upset at Kaan for shooting you, as it looks bad on them."
I sink deep into the pillows. "Great."
“Kaan only became Alpha within the last year. My parents still think they can control him," Taysa mutters, picking at a stray string on the duvet.