After My Alpha Tortured Me, I Learned the Truth About His Lies

Synopsis

The scent of blood and antiseptic filled my nostrils as I dragged Oliver's unconscious body across the threshold of Blood Moon Pack territory. My muscles screamed in protest, but I couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. Not when his life hung by a thread. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking as I spotted the packhouse in the distance. "Just hold on a little longer." Oliver's breathing grew more labored with each step. The rogue attack had left him barely clinging to life—three deep gashes across his chest, a punctured lung, and a broken leg. He'd saved me from those rogues, and now I'd do anything to save him. The pack healer. That was my only hope.