"You should rest your mind, Alpha," the healer told Asher as he kept lifting his head, trying to catch snippets of Roman and Irene's hushed argument by the doorway.
But Asher was stubborn. Call it instinct, but something was going on. More than once, he caught Roman peering at him, as if trying to ensure he wasn't listening in. That only made Asher more determined.
He pushed his senses outward, calling on his wolf, straining to tune in when — smack!
The healer's palm landed hard on his stomach, right above the wound. Pain shot through him, and Asher hissed through his teeth.
"I said rest yourself." The woman fixed him with a disapproving glare, the kind reserved for children caught misbehaving.
"How dare you!" Asher snarled back, his slitted eyes flashing with anger. "I am your Alpha!"
But the older woman was not moved one bit. If anything, she pressed the medicine deeper into the wound.
