The Alpha's Penalty

. But as I sat on the cold steel bench of the locker room, clu

robbing, white-hot agony. Some rookie from the opposing team had caught me with a

ate, Jenna, asked, pausing

out, forcing a tight s

e-I couldn't afford to show weakness. If I shifted here, in front of t

room," Jenna said, giving me a sympathetic look. "He's suppos

oward the back corridors. "Another old guy with cold

he medical suite, ready to

died in

of his tailored black dress shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing veined forearms and hands that looked more suited to handling a weapon than a musc

sin wrapped in

n. His voice was deep, smooth, and laced w

enly very aware that I was sweaty, br

"Your new lead physiotherapist. Coach said y

creature of pure instinct, was pacing anxiously inside my c

," I said, taking a st

urving into a slow, knowing smirk. "But

nst my better judgment, I found myself si

thing darker-something that made my pulse flutter. He reached out and gen

rushed agains

head snapping up to look at him. His pupils dilated, the ic

too. I kn

er than before. He pressed his thumbs into the knotted m

g to regain my bravado.

ouch felt entirely too intimate. "A normal human would be in a sling for a month with this kind of

art s

widening. "What d

g across my ear, sending a shiver down m

l remarkably fas

his wrist to push him away, ready to bolt. But I might as

I demanded, m

d smile. It was the smile of a p

small, silver object. It wasn't a medical tool. It was a pendant-a silver

to the medical room clicked. Th

ant onto the treatmen

waiting for you to come home. So, here's the deal, Tala. You have two choices. Yo

g in the air, a terri

s burning with a fierce, dark intensity. "Or I drag you out of this building, kick you off this team, and make sur