VIXEN My throat burns. It burns like lava was poured down my gullet and scorched my body from the inside out. Maddox sleeps in the chair next to my bed, like he has for the past several days while I heal. His hand is wrapped tightly around mine as he lets out soft little snores. The Alpha hasn’t left my side, helping me eat and drink, and despite my protests, even bathing and using the bathroom. Natalie had said I should be able to go back to my room today and I don’t think I have ever been so relieved and excited in my life. “Oh,” Maddox yawns, “You’re awake.” “You should go get some sleep. In a bed.” “Not leaving you here alone,” he protests. “Natalie said she would discharge me today,” I huff in fake annoyance. “So you can go back to sleeping in your own bed and not in a hard, unc

