He tried to push me away, but I shoved his arms down to the bed. “Are you going to fight me, Alex? Are you going to force me off of you? Hm? Are you going to hurt me?” My voice was razor-sharp, my tone ice-cold.
“Fiona—”
“Now you listen to me.” I straddled his broad chest and sat down onto it. “You are going to recover, Alex. You are the strongest Alpha to walk this planet. You are fully capable of pushing through the pain and labor of rehabilitation. That’s not the problem. You’re just fixating on that because your mind is—”
“I don’t want to talk about my mind!” he growled.
“Well, too bad! We’re going to talk about it.” I took hold of his face with both hands and forced him to look me in the eye. I felt it all at once – the dark, heavy, chaotic emotions that were tormenting him.
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