Kavira POV
The sharp, sterile bite of ammonia and rubbing alcohol was starting to feel far too familiar.
As my eyes blinked open, I was met with the bland, unmistakable decor of a hospital room. Not one of our pack clinics but a hospital all the same. My lower back throbbed with a dull ache, nothing unbearable. I’d endured worse.
Bits and pieces from before came flooding back Vorian’s voice reminding me how good I’d felt with his fingers inside me, followed by a searing, white-hot pain ripping through my side. He got me to the car. He told me he was sorry. Really sorry. That moment would stay with me his rawness, the emotion pouring from him. He’d let me lean into him, insisted on taking care of me. And for once, I’d let him.
The door swung open, and a nurse strolled in with a cheerful
