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Bruce had needed the sleeping drugs, but at least he got a night’s sleep. However, as I came to wake him up, knocking on his door, I was met with a terrible sight. Bruce looked sick, his body shaking, sweat covering his form, and he had taken on a pale color. He was leaning against the door just to balance himself, and I didn’t know what to do.
“What’s going on with you?” I inquired.
“This is on you,” he snapped.
“Me?”
“It’s the detoxing. It won’t last long, but it is certainly mounting,” he growled.
“You’re an Alpha. It will be over quickly. You aren’t human,” I reminded him.
“I know that,” he snarled. “But that doesn’t mean it’s very fun.”
“Come on. Let’s go run.”
“Do I look like a person who is in the condition to run?” he spat.
“Yes,” I replied smugly.
“Go f**k yours
