ELOWEN
Four days in, I could walk again.
Not well — I still limped, still needed the wheelchair for anything more than short distances — but I could walk. Dr. Chen called it remarkable. Fao called it his saliva. I called it a miracle and tried not to think too hard about the mechanics.
I woke that morning to Fao's mouth between my legs.
"Wha—" I gasped, my hands flying to his hair. "Fao—"
"Good morning." His voice was a rumble against my core, and I felt his lips curve into a smile. "Stay still."
It wasn't a request.
Something had been shifting in him over the past few days. The more time he spent with the pack, the more he trained, the more he stepped into his role as Alpha — the more that dominance bled into everything else. Including our bed.
I wasn't complaining.
His tongue fl
