I’m not sure how many times I was sedated, but I know that Rosalie never stepped foot in my den. Rose was there sometimes, and Senna came by when she was up to it.
It hasn’t been long since my heat started, but the sedation isn’t working as well anymore. I try to wrap my strength around me, but only the strength of my mate can help me during this time.
It’s on the third night that I feel him, but maybe I’m just dreaming. His touch is so soothing. It runs a path down my naked back. The searing pain begins to ease, but only slightly.
“Are you still in pain, little bird?” His voice is in my ear... not angry, just concerned. Am I imagining this? Is this real?
“Don’t be nice to me. I don’t think I could bear it.” My words are whispered into the air. His power wraps around me again. I feel a
