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This is precisely why wolves don’t heal each other, it’s taboo and only for mates. It can also possibly sire our wolves, but since I don’t have one yet, hopefully, that won’t be too much of an
issue.
I am about to protest when he turns my hand, he growls in a warning. I see his eyes flash black momentarily as he licks my palm and across the side of my hand, healing the wound his wolf had created. He then sits back, looking rather satisfied
with himself.
“My father is going to kill me!” I hiss, knowing his DNA will be circulating in my system for a few days. If too much DNA is transferred, especially if the wound is too big, he would risk
siring me.
“Pretty sure he would rather you alive than find you dead when
I could have saved you,” he comments.
“Yeah, well, he’ll still be angry either way just because it was
you, and the risk of you siring my wolf,” I sigh heavily when I
realize what I said out loud. My face heats. Gosh, that would be
humiliating if I started chasing after him like a lovesick–sired
pup. Our wolves are always with us from birth but dormant
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until a certain age, but they can still feel and sense their human
counterpart.
I’ve always found that part of us to be fascinating, and my
mother used to tell me about mate bonds and the magic of
finding your fated mate. How our wolves can sense their mates
by eye contact, it sets transmitters off to recognize their soul’s
counterpart, kind taking the term saying the eyes are the
window to the soul to another level, it’s also why healing a wolf
that isn’t your mate is so taboo. It can alter those
neurotransmitters, making us not recognize our mate.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’d rather you stay alive; besides, it’s not
like anyone saw me heal you or saw your reaction to it.”
“You saw! And they’ll still know!” I tell him, blushing even more.
He shrugs, uncaring. I roll my eyes and glance away. Great,
what will Deacon think?
me
“I save you, and all I get is attitude. Keep going, and I will heal
your leg.” I flinch at his words, knowing if he heals any more of
that risk of being sired goes up even without having my
wolf yet. Still, though, I can’t help but sense that he genuinely
wants to help me and isn’t trying to manipulate me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful,” I mumble the last
part, feeling guilty, but he isn’t the one who will have to endure
my father.
Yet when the light blinks, I glance up in time to see one goes out while the other dims. It is dark in here now, yet that is the least of my worries as the temperature keeps dropping. I do my best not to shiver. I can still hear the fighting from outside, but it is fainter now. Is my father ok?
“Are you alright?” he asks, and I turn slightly to see the Alpha looking at me with concern. I can just about make out his eyes piercing into me where he sits in the darkest part, having
moved away from me. That is probably a good thing because
despite not having my wolf, his saliva is now in my
bloodstream, making him far more alluring. Which doesn’t help
much seeing as the man is already alluring enough! At least
where I am. I have one flickering dim light.
Nodding, I wrap my arms around myself. “Yeah,” I reply,
shivering, yet my voice stutters as my teeth chatter.
“I can’t believe this!” he growls, punching the wall and making
me look up in alarm. “I should be out there.”
I can sense his frustration as he drops to the ground, leaning
against the wall, clenching his fist.
Rubbing my arms, I look across at him. “Maybe we’ll be found
soon.””
“Perhaps,” he exhales, resting his head back against the wall.
“How is your leg?” he asks, and I look down at it, only now
realizing I can’t actually feel it. It’s gone completely numb. I poke it, and nothing.
“That’s not good,” he mutters, and I look at him, and he sits up
better.
“Come over here. You’re going to freeze to death at this rate.” I
chew my lip, wondering if I should. After a few seconds, I give
up and use the wall to get to my feet.
As much as I want to argue, I don’t want to die here either. I am
already freezing, and Goddess knows when someone will find
- us. I drag myself over to him, and his gaze falls to my bleeding
leg. “Can you cover up?” I ask. I am not going to cuddle against a
bare dude whose junk is hanging out.
He looks at me in disbelief. “Does it look like there’s something
to cover myself with down here beside this bag?” he growls.
He does have a good point. I take what’s left of my top off,
although that just left me in my bra, and toss it onto his lap.
Almost smirking at the fact, his eyes flash, and he turns away
from me. Now, who’s uncomfortable?
Is he really going to treat me like I am underage? I’m nineteen, almost the leader of my pack, and he just healed me. If anything,
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he should be more worried about the potential sire he has
created.
“There, better,” I huff.
“Just come here,” he growls, pulling me down onto his lap with a
force that leaves me breathless. I stiffen, but his arms encircle
me, drawing me closer as he shifts his legs, lifting me off the cold
¿ ground.
–
“Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs, his touch gentle as his
hands glide over my arms, careful not to press too hard on my
leg. I give in, letting my body lean into his, the warmth of his
chest inviting and comforting. But when I rest my head on his
shoulder, I feel him shudder.
“You must be cold,” I say, my voicè barely a whisper.
“I’m more worried about you,” he responds, his voice grave. “If
you die on my watch, your father will start a war.”
He tucks me closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling
my flush against his chest, only for me to gasp when I feel his
shaft against my ass.
Oh, heck no!
