"Does it hurt so bad?" I heard Alpha Noah ask as he put me in the passenger seat and began buckling me in. He reached down to take the leg in his hand and began to undo my shoes before I can answer his question.
"Alpha!" I yelped, "That's alright. Can you please let my ankle go?" I asked awkwardly, trying to pull my leg away from his grip but he held it tighter, refusing to let it go, "It doesn't hurt at all" I lied through my teeth in my desperate attempt to free my leg, "Please let it go"
My heart was pounding against my chest when he didn't even pause for a second as he pulled my sock away and began inspecting my ankle, "I didn't expect you to lie" He murmured, sounding a little disappointed, "It looks like a sprain but there are also some cuts here and there and that probably needs s
