Justin POV
I hated sleeping in bed after losing my mate to my father. After having her stab me, it only made things significantly worse, and my nightmares controlled a lot of how I slept at night.
The nightmares crept back into my mind, jolting me alive while I shot up off the couch in a damp, cold sweat. I fell asleep by the dim fireplace, on the couch, somewhere her scent hadn’t touched thankfully.
Wiping my tired eyes, I caught a glimpse of Randy in the kitchen, making something in a plastic cup and scurrying off to take it to the barracks. It’s nearly midnight by now. Why is Randy going down there to pester with my mate?
I finally had enough of my guessing, stalking down the creaking steps to see my beta bent over the bedside, feeding my mate a cup of pink liquid.
Her eyes hard
