Hermosa POV

I woke up to find the Alpha King seated in a chair close to my bed. My eyes struggled to form a complete picture of him. I remembered waking up earlier, blabbing rubbish from my mouth, and then drifting back to sleep. I groaned internally; I hoped I hadn’t said anything incriminating.

The claw marks had already vanished from my skin as if they were never there. I had never healed that fast from an injury before, nor had I ever taken on an Alpha by myself. Something was ...