DEVON'S POV
“You don't feel good, do you?“ Jason held a hand up to steady me when I wobbled.
“What? I'm okay.“ I scoffed. “What are we doing next?“
“I don't think you can do anything in your state.“
I felt feverish, but I wasn't about to admit that to my second in command.
“I can. I think I just need to eat.“
“Hmm. I see.“ He said. “Why don't you go to bed, and I'll bring something from the kitchen?“
“Why do I have to eat in bed?“
“It's better that way.“
“It is?“ The world seemed to tilt, and I wobbled again.
“That's it.“ Jason guided me up to my room and helped me under the covers.
“I'm fine.“ I protested weakly.
“I know.“ He took my shoes off and shrugged my jacket off. “Try not to sleep off until I come back.“
“Yes, Alpha.“ I mocked.
He closed the door, and it felt like
