Chapter 26: Cupcake Conversation
Fang’s POV
Friday’s broken foot meant that the Alphas would be physically carrying her around everywhere all the time. I roared in anger, slamming my fist into the bathroom mirror. Astrid flinched.
“What’s wrong, Fang?” She cooed. “Talk to me.”
I looked at my bloody wrist. The flesh began to heal instantly pushing the glass splinters out and then the skin came together until every trace of the injury vanished. I had to admit. It must suck to be Friday, knowing that this was in her genetics but it skipped her somehow. Healing at a human rate seemed like a nightmare but it would also bring out the most protective sides possible in both of her alpha mates. They weren’t even fighting with each other anymore because they were so concerned. This was horrible
