Alexander:
I had seen Alessia angry.
I had seen her frightened.
I had seen her defiant, stubborn, soft with our daughter.
But I had never seen this.
Not like this.
And God it was hard not to be turned on by how strong she looked.
She stood at the side of the bed, sleeves rolled up, fingers already stained faintly with the huntress’s blood. The woman lay rigid against the sheets, jaw clenched, eyes tracking every movement like a cornered animal.
Marcel stood near the foot of the bed, coiled tight, ready to react if the smallest thing shifted wrong. His eyes were fixed on the woman that he brought with him. The woman who held more danger than she should to the pack, and yet, he still brought her with him.
“Hold still,” Alessia said quietly. “I need to be able to help you.”
The hun
