EMILY’S POV.

When I awoke, Kaye was looking down at me, with a bowl of porridge in a tray. Sadness filled her eyes when they met mine, and I winced as I tried to sit up.

“Careful.” She said, dropping the tray onto the floor, so she could help me sit.

Then, she picked it up, and placed it on my lap.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see fear on Alpha John’s face.” She said softly, spooning porridge onto the spoon.

I opened my mouth, which felt dry and cracked, and received the ...