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“I can tell this wolf is very important to you both,” Doc spoke patiently. “First, I’ve got to cut the dressing off to see what we are working with.”
As the medic picked up a pair of scissors and approached, Talia clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent a sob from escaping. Mace gently steered Talia into place in the booth. Talia grabbed Benji’s limp hand and pressed it to her face. “He’s gonna be okay, right, Doc?”
Doc peeled back the fabric of the shirt which had been stuffed against Benji’s wound. The angry, jagged tear was doing its best to knit itself back together, despite the edges having been burned by the silver going in.
Not gonna lie, the boy looked rough.
To his credit, Doc didn’t even let his face twitch in concern as he sent Talia a reassuring smile. “He’ll be right as rain once I get him all patched up. Just need to get this dead tissue taken care of.”
“For the pain,” Checkers explained, stepping up with a syringe. “May I?”
The nurse waited until Benji’s mate met her gaze. A protective but determined gleam entered her eyes as Talia straightened under the responsibility and nodded. Checkers administered the shot and palpated the skin to ensure the medicine had taken effect.
Once the wound was numb, Doc pulled out a scalpel and brought it down to the edge of Benji’s wound. Tears leaked from Talia’s eyes but she refused to look away from her mate as they worked. Addy lowered the gun and tucked the knife away as she moved to her sister’s side in support.
Grimm caught my eye, nodding in satisfaction, and I smiled tiredly back. The first of many hurdles was done.
“Listen up!” Grimm jumped onto the club bar and every eye turned to him. “I know y’all have had a long day, and are ready to crash. So let’s make this short and sweet.”
I carefully eased away—though my wolf wanted to stay close to our mate—to lean against the back door. It was time for the formalities to begin.
Winter had slipped in last, wrapped in the blanket we’d given her onsite. She stood behind and off to the side of the other humans. Still staring off into space, like she’d always been in the room. Carbon leaned against the wall by the door, looking like he would cut a bitch if they dared approach any of our rescues, but especially his mate.
Sasha stood at the front of her group. The rest of her people huddled as close to the door as possible, staying well clear of the sweetbutts who had started to emerge from the woodwork.
I caught my mate’s face as Jubilee practically crawled into Razer’s lap from where he was leaning against the pool table and stuck her tongue down his throat. It wasn’t disgust that tilted the corners of Sasha’s mouth down, but she was clearly uncomfortable. I couldn’t blame her. That sweetbutt had never been very good at reading a room.
There hadn’t been time to explain things were different here. Or perhaps I’d just been too chicken shit to try in case her group didn’t believe me. Clearly, I should’ve tried harder because Razor and Jubilee weren’t exactly pillars of our community. They got off on making others uncomfortable with their hot and heavy PDAs. And they were doing a fucking stellar job of it tonight.
I’d be having words with Grimm about that later.
“I can hear your heavy thoughts, mate.” Mongrel pressed up close to my side and I sighed in relief. “Gotta do something about that.”
My beta’s breath fanned against my face. All I wanted to do was press my lips against his, and get lost in him. Instead, Sasha’s frown haunted my thoughts. “Grimm’s agitated.”
“We’re all agitated,” Mongrel replied, nibbling on my earlobe as he pulled me into his arms. “What do you say we skip this part.”
“Can’t.” I pressed a kiss to Mongrel’s throat and wove our fingers together. “Our Prez is going to have a coronary if we leave him in this room without my calming balm.”
Mongrel sighed, the sound heavy but full of proud resignation. “Meaning you’re gonna go stand by him and be our omega.”
“Hey, we both got a job to do, beta,” I smirked, squeezing my mate’s hand before I sauntered away.
Beta might not be an official role in the pack but as Grimm’s longtime BFF, it was an affectionate term my mate had earned, for all that Bulletproof was the official 2IC as VP of the Soul Reapers MC. I threw one last parting shot over my shoulder as I left. “Right after this pack meet, we’re sealing our bond, mate. So prepare yourself for a very special omega onslaught.”
“All I ask, baby.”
Mongrel’s reply was soft and full of a feverish desire that more than matched my own. Pity it was all jumbled up in the guilty, exciting thrill of feeling Sasha’s heavy gaze as she tracked my progress all the way across the room and over to my alpha’s side.
Somehow, I was going to find a way to make this work. For all of us. First thing’s first, I’d bond the man who’d been at my side since I’d landed with the Soul Reapers and gotten up the courage to stake my claim.
12
PROCLAMATIONS FROM ON HIGH
Sasha
Seriously, what was with this explosive, angsty sex-drive all of a sudden?!
