Alpha Draven’s POV
I stood up to get Andrea something to drink. She had woken up weak and her voice hoarse, explaining things without even asking for water. I knew her throat must be parched.
As I watched her try to come to terms with everything, I noticed the pallor of her skin and the exhaustion in her eyes. She had been through so much, and I knew she needed time to heal. But I also knew she needed something to drink. Her throat must be parched after everything she had endured.
"I'll get you some water," I said, standing up. "You need to hydrate."
As I turned to leave the room, something caught my eye. Andrea had shifted slightly, and the duvet that had been covering her neck had moved. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a surge of rage and anguish unlike anything I had ever
