Josie POV
I struggled to breathe, but that wouldn’t take away from my joy.
“You’re Alpha again.”
He took my face in his hands. “Hey, you don’t look so good.”
“I’m just tired. Brent… got into the house.”
My vision blurred, and I fell forward.
“Josie, hey, look at me.”
“I am,” my speech dragged.
“No, no, you’re bleeding. What did Brent do to you?”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. He escaped out of the bedroom window like a coward.”
He pulled my shirt over my head and left me with only my bra. He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom.
“It’s not deep,” Conan said.
My body ached, and my breathing was laboured.
“It’s burning,” I winced.
“He’s next on my list,” Conan swore. “Don’t worry.”
He marched into the bathroom and returned with a family-sized first aid kit. Only it was
