Chapter 3

When I came to, Brantley was perched at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders slightly slumped, as if burdened by guilt. The usual Alpha aura that surrounded him seemed dulled, yet his presence still dominated the room.

He looked somewhat abashed. 'Sorry, I didn’t realize you were allergic to strawberries.'

Didn’t realize? Seriously?

The first time I had an allergic reaction was during a pack run when we stopped at a strawberry field. I didn’t want to go, but Brantley insisted, accusing me of being stubborn and undermining his authority as Alpha. I ended up vomiting everywhere, and…