Jaxon couldn't use his hands for three days.
Not because the healer said so. Because I said so.
"Alpha's orders," I told him, wrapping his burned palms in wet river leaves Mama River gave me. The silver collar had burned his hands worse than mine because he grabbed it first. My burns were already fading - White Alpha healing. His were blistered, red, raw.
He sat on the edge of my bed in Stoneclaw cabin, in his Omega shorts, shirt off because "shirts hurt burns," looking miserable and also very aware he was shirtless in his Alpha's cabin.
"Alpha, I can still wash dishes," he whispered. "With elbows. I saw a video -"
"You will not wash dishes with elbows," I said, tying the leaf wrap tighter. Luna purred inside me when I touched him. Liora was smug. See, we told you thick thighs save li
