"Here," he said, his voice soft. "I thought you might be thirsty after the clinic."
I looked at the glass, and then I looked up at his face for a long, quiet moment, not even knowing what to say to him anymore. The gesture felt completely empty. I looked away from him, slowly lay flat on the old mattress, and stared blankly up at the cracked ceiling.
"Alpha Desmond, I never told you that I needed any juice," I said, my voice deadpan. "And besides, I am really not that thirsty. I think the only person in this house who truly needs that sweet drink right now is the woman who will soon take my official place in this pack."
He stood frozen by the side of the bed for a while, keeping his mouth shut and not saying a single word to defend himself. He slowly lifted his voice, trying to mutt
