It's Normal To Be Afraid
Zara
"White isn't your color, Blue Rose," Alpha Kane teased, striding toward me on his slender legs. His gaze never left me, shrouded in anxiety.
I tried to smile at his words. Relief washed over me, then a feeling of security.
Alpha was here.
I'd be safe.
Even though I knew how to protect myself, Alpha Kane's presence reinforced that feeling.
"Yes, hospitals have a peculiar sense of humor. They offer the same coloring for both the living and the dead."
Worry flickered in Alpha's eyes, as if he didn't appreciate my answer.
Alpha Kane replied calmly, "Nothing will happen to you. How are you feeling?" Alpha Kane walked to the foot of my bed and took that stupid hospital pudding from the tray.
Removing the wrapping, Alpha walked over and raised the bed with the lever.
"Everything's fine, fresh as a rose," I replied, watching his thick hand fiddle with the lever, adjusting it to a comfortable position.
