"Jordan, what's wrong? Where are you hurt?" I ask him, tears going down my face, I didn't mind crying in front of Jordan, I don't need to watch my back around Jordan, I could trust him.
"It's nothing baby, it's nothing, how's your knee?" he answers me, but I could tell he was lying, he was in pain, I pulled him to sit down next to me on the bed, my eyes filled with worry as his were closed in pain.
"Jordan, what happened?" I ask him, although I didn't really want to know, I don't want to know that my pack, the ones who are supposed to be my family have hurt my mate, my one and only love.
"We had a small fight," he says, but small isn't the word, I lifted his shirt, seeing his toned muscles, there was nothing there, I kissed his chest, my head laying over his heart, listening to his hear
