Imprisoned

Alex sat on the edge of his bed, his gaze shifting between his Alpha and the doctor beside him.

Occasionally, his eyes wandered towards his Alpha, but more often they remained fixed on the physician who diligently penned something on a prescription pad. Meanwhile, Celeste couldn't tear her gaze away from her mate, her worry palpable.

The events of last night weighed heavily on her mind; actions taken without her consent left her anxious about Alex's health and her own standing within the pack. The thought of losing her position as ‘second in command’, a role she had tirelessly pursued, gnawed at her with an intensity that matched her devotion to her pack and her Alpha.