Alpha's Claim: The Rejected Healer
Colder.
“I don’t remember saving you,” I lied, trying to stay in control, probing him for more.
Without hesitation, he lifted his shirt. My breath hitched at the sight of the scar across his side—thin, silvered, and unmistakably sacred. My hands had pressed against that wound. My magic had helped seal it.
Silence stretched between us until he broke it. “Alpha Noxi, the company you’re opening tomorrow… they need your approval regarding media coverage.”
Noxi rolled his eyes, irritation bleeding into his voice. “I told those bastards I didn’t want it in the news.” He turned halfway toward the door, hesitated, then threw me a look I couldn’t decipher. “I’ll deal with it.”