Harley’s P.O.V.

I lay flat on the massive velvet bed, staring at the carved ceiling as if it might swallow me whole.

My heart would not stop racing at all. Lucian stood near the window, arms crossed behind his back, his posture rigid despite the worry etched into his face.

Alpha Demetri paced on the other side of the room like a caged beast, his boots thudding sharply against the marble floor. Freya hovered near the bedside, her fingers clenched together in silent prayer.

And then there was me!

The liar!

A female doctor adjusted her spectacles and gently pressed the thermometer beneath my tongue. I obeyed without protest, my...