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She gasped. Shuddering just for a second before he felt the tightness in her muscles ease. The scent of her pain, the hole shredding through his soul, eased just enough that he wasn’t ready to tear the walls down in his rage.
“I want my clothes on,” she whispered roughly, another tear easing from her eyes. “I don’t like being naked here.”
She wasn’t naked. She had her bra and sweater on, but he knew what she meant.
He eased her panties on, a bit of silk that covered very little. He helped her with her jeans, drawing them over her hips as she hiccupped and tensed again.
His palm pressed into her stomach, massaging the spasming muscles as she turned her head away from him and shuddered again.
“Has this happened before?” He turned to Sharone.
Sharone shook her head. “I haven’t seen her like this since the first tests. And Dr. Armani’s correct. It was never this bad. Extremely uncomfortable, but it wasn’t agonizing. Not like this. I would have told you, Alpha. I wouldn’t have let her suffer like this.” She nodded to Anya’s shaking body.
“Stop,” Anya groaned. “Just stop.”
He gave the girls a warning look, stroking Anya’s stomach slowly, easily, almost shaking himself with the fear that the agonizing contractions would return.
“Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Breeds are going to drive me into an early grave.” Armani slammed back into the examination room from her lab a half hour later, her dark face creased into a scowl, a million tightly woven braids bouncing with her movements.
Del-Rey’s head lifted.
“Hormone levels are normal.” She stopped, stared at Anya as Del-Rey felt fear crawl through his belly. “They’re normal, Del-Rey. This isn’t mating heat.”
“Then what is it?” he asked dangerously.
“I don’t know.” She looked on the verge of tears. “I ran every test. Everything. I have the best fucking analysis system that can be bought, begged or stolen. I rival the U.S. fucking government. And everything is showing normal.”
“Not possible,” he snarled, flashing his canines in warning. “Rerun your tests. She’s in pain, Armani. Do something. Give her something.”
“Like what?” she demanded. “Damm it, Del-Rey, Coyote physiology is just different enough to make me crazy. Your DNA has affected her; that means she’s just different enough to make it dangerous. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“She was angry,” he muttered out roughly. “I slept with her this morning, all morning. Then I punished her bodyguards because she was out last night and in danger.” He fought frantically to try to figure out what to do. “I touch her and it eases,” he snarled, showing Armani how his hand lay on her stomach. “I was pissing her off. I wanted her angry with me. She was furious, ready to throw something at me. For a second I could smell her arousal.” He shook his head. “It was hot and bright, and then this.” He turned back to Anya’s damp face. “This. What happened?”
Dr. Armani’s expression grew thoughtful.
“She had coffee last night.” He was desperate for answers. “God damn you, do something.”
She narrowed her eyes on Anya before moving closer to the bed, ignoring the bodyguards’ growls.
“Coffee is a no-no, Anya,” she said gently.
“She was aroused when she awoke this morning.”
Anya groaned in embarrassment. “Dammit, Del-Rey.”
“She was dreaming. She wanted my kiss.” He was close to losing his mind.
“Anya?” Dr. Armani moved closer. “Have you hurt like this before?”
“Duh,” she managed weakly. “I would have been here.”
“Smart ass.” The doctor smiled fondly. “I want you to let Del-Rey take another sample of blood for me. I may have an idea.”
She moved, collected the syringe and pushed another vial onto it before handing it to Del-Rey. Swiftly Del-Rey drew the blood, tensing as he felt the pain in her rising from the loss of the pressure of his hand.
Armani moved quickly back to her lab as Del-Rey returned his hand to her stomach.
“Mate, you’re going to give me a stroke,” he sighed as he moved closer to her and brushed damp hair back from her cheek.
