Elena's POV
"Holy—!"
The scream died in my throat as the towel hit the floor with a wet thud.
"Moon Goddess, you've got to be kidding me."
Everyone—literally everyone—told me Alpha Zander was a goner, a permanent vegetable.
So why now?
Why did he have to wake up the exact second I was getting him ready for a "full-service" sponge bath?
The air got sucked out of the room. I was paralyzed, my hand hovering mid-air like an i***t, unsure if I should finish the job or bolt for the door.
He didn't sound like a guy who'd been out for years. He roared, and the force of it made my eardrums rattle.
"Who the hell gave you permission to touch me?"
I looked up, heart hammering, and locked eyes with a pair of golden slits burning with literal fire.
Damn. He didn't just look mad; he looked lik
