Chapter 19

Christina's POV "You alright?" His deep voice snapped me out of my mental spiral. "What?" I blinked at Hudson, my brain still buffering from the chaos at the hospital. Hudson gave me a quick side glance, his piercing eyes leaving the road. "Earlier. At the hospital. Did he... hurt you?" "You mean Niall?" I said. "No." Technically true. Not for lack of trying, though. Niall practically lived at the training grounds, probably had protein shakes for blood. As the Alpha of The Frostpelt Pack, he was naturally strong. If he'd landed a hit when he lunged at me, I'd have been scraping bits of myself off the floor with a dustpan. I added, softer this time, "Thank you." He didn't say "you're welcome." Instead, his grip on the steering wheel went full dominant wolf—veins popping along his forearms, his knuckles whitening. I stared. Was he angry? At me? At Niall? "That was your ex-mate?" he finally asked, voice low and dangerous. "Yeah," I whispered. He seemed to have seven different things he wa