Clayton
“Oh, Frankie,” I breathe out and hear a giggle, but it doesn’t belong to Frankie. I open my eyes to a woman setting a food tray on the wheeled table by the bed. I am alone in the hospital bed and pull the covers over my naked body.
“Sorry to wake you, Lune,” The woman says to me.
“What did you just call me?” I ask in my half-awake state as I sit up, blinking my eyes and yawning.
She giggles. “You are the Alpha’s mate, so that makes you the Lune,” She explains. “Anyways, Alpha Frankie had to get up early and asked me to make sure you had anything you needed,” She gestures to the tray. “I brought you some breakfast, and Alpha sent over some clothes,” She points at a dresser. “My name is Jenny. Call me if you need anything else. The doctor will be in to release you but take your
