"Trap or not, that is probably where Len is headed…" Courtney adjusted her aviators. "We should go as soon as possible. At least this time, you can bring the Gammas."
"…okay." Claude pocketed the paper. He looked at her again. "Hey, earlier at the clinic… you were prepared to catch that bullet for me. My body is a lot stronger than yours. Don't do that. I'd rather keep you unscathed so you can help me after. You're the Delta between the two of us. I can't patch you up."
Courtney whipped her head away, hiding a tinge of blush on her face. "Don't you dare tell others what happened. Also… you're my Alpha, and I must protect you from harm."
The man scrunched his face. "Will it make a difference if I order you otherwise? Is this why Len would rather keep every threat neutralized than avoid each?"
