Alpha Sean's back was lean, every muscle defined.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it to find a servant holding a small box.
"Olivia, this is Alpha Sean's special ointment," the servant said.
I knew how valuable this stuff was—reserved only for Alpha Sean's most serious injuries.
I took it, thanked the servant politely, and closed the door.
As I opened the box, a familiar medicinal scent hit my nostrils.
This is… I'd smelled it before, in another lifetime it seemed.
"What're you standing there for? Come put it on," Alpha Sean's voice snapped me out of my reverie.
I walked over and sat down beside him on the couch, the leather cool against my legs.
I squeezed out the ointment onto a cotton swab, and as I started applying it to his wounds, I pressed a little
