The oxygen tank was small, but it was enough to help me.
Slowly, the pain in my heart subsided with every breath I took, and I started to come around.
I opened my eyes and saw Jackson standing by the bed I was in,
a frown on his face. I was confused and a bit stunned.
Was it Jackson who had saved me? And where was I?
Had the person who’d once tried to k ill me just saved me?
I pulled the oxygen mask away from my face and struggled to get up from the bed.
Jackson pressed me back down and said, “Don’t move.”
I pushed his hand away. “I’m fine. Thank you for your help, Alpha Sterling.”
Determined to get away from this dangerous shifter as quickly as possible, I forced myself to sit up and get out of the ma*sive bed, holding onto the bedside table for support.
After taking a couple of
