Colt’s POV.
“Do you like burgers?” I ask Helen as she curls up on the couch. She's shaking again and I’m not sure if it's because she is cold or it's the withdrawals. “Or maybe some soup?” I take the blanket from the back of the couch and cover her with it. She snuggles into it with a grateful smile.
“This smells good,” she murmurs, bringing the blanket up to cover the lower half of her face. I want to tell her that of course, it smells good to her. That's because it's covered in my scent, the scent of her mate.
“How about some pasta then?” I try. She avoids every question about food. She shakes her head and burrows further into the blanket. “You have to eat something. You have to get your strength up, and you'll feel better quicker,” I sigh.
“You don't need to look after me, you know
