~Xyana~
"You're an Alpha?" I ask the Alpha as he steps into the car.
"Yes."
His expression softens, and then he grabs my face and shifts closer like he's studying a particular spot on my face. "I'll help you clean up when we get home." He says simply, his gaze pinned on me.
"You mean your pack house?" I croak out.
"Yes."
"I can clean up by myself."
His mouth curves into a smile as he leans back onto the car seat. "You and I know that's not even possible. You're hurt, I'll help you. I'm only offering help. Nothing out of the ordinary."
I dart my eyes around, determined to look at anyone but him. Settling my gaze on my hospital gown, I nod at him. "As long as you'll help with just my hands, face, and legs."
"Oh, I'll help with everywhere." He tells me and I freeze, slipping him a
