Third Person's POV
As he passed the bed, Zander's body suddenly lurched. He stumbled, nearly face-planting onto the floor.
"Zander!"
Elena gasped, jumping out of bed to catch him.
But remembering his warnings about physical contact, she flinched and pulled her hands back.
Still, seeing him in this state made her heart ache.
Back when she was with Pheisar, his Alpha friends used to pressure her into drinking at parties.
She knew that feeling all too well—the splitting headache, the stomach-turning nausea.
She remembered a jar of potent hangover candies she'd bought from a black market dealer—supposedly a special witch doctor blend that worked miracles.
Elena rushed over, rummaged through her cabinet, and shook out two herbal-scented candies.
"Zander..." she said, approaching him c
