Odessa POV

“Ugh, Alpha Maverick needs his wounds cleaned. You need to get out!”

I blinked a few times to clear the blurry image of the woman who barged into the room. Maverick shifted under me and groaned.

“You okay, Wildcat?” Maverick asked, his voice thick with sleep.

I nodded, rubbing my eyes.

“Didn’t you hear me?” The nurse barked.

I scowled. “I’m leaving.”

“No,” Maverick said. “She’s ice cold. Check her out.”

“Maverick, I’m fine. Nothing a hot shower ...