Hunted by My Alpha
Steam rose off of it, wafting to my nose.
Honey. Lemon. Some brown sugar and ginger, I thought. I took a careful sip. Would I know the taste if they’d put something in it to drug me?
I swallowed and winced. It was very sweet.
“Sugar helps with shock,” Rig said with a grin.
“I… thank you,” I said, uncertain if I was directing it at him or Mack, or Charlie who was still standing there, like he was waiting for me to grill him.
Jack had sprawled in a thick chair at the narrow end of the coffee table, grinning at all of us like this was a funny television show to watch.
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