Page 14 of Hunted

Two people found her, twowolf shifters. They took her back to their pack. Abigail sat upright then, ignoring the pain that made her gasp as she realized she was in a different pack’s territory.

More memories flooded into her mind, overwhelming her and forcing her back down. Memories of the attack by Christian. Memories of Christian telling her that Luke didn’t want her.

This time when she cried, it wasn’t silent. Abigail turned onto her side and sobbed as she remembered Christian’s words. She hadn’t been crying long when a man walked in.

Somehow, Abigail remembered him clearly, despite the haze that had settled over her other memories. He was the alpha of the pack territory that she was in.

A very handsome alpha.

And then, despite her tears, her cheeks started burning as she remembered what she had said. Something that was supposed to be an internal thought, not something to say out loud.

I called him handsome! I don’t even know the man!

Maybe the alpha knew what was going through her mind right then because he smiled gently at her.

“Hi.” His voice was gravelly and low, almost hoarse. “How are you?”

“Well.” Abigail tried to sit up. She was conscious then of the front of her shirt gaping open, nearly revealing her breasts. “I’ve been better.”

She gave a laughing hiccup and reached up with her good arm to wipe the tears away.

“Yeah, I heard you crying, so I figured it was time for me to come see how you were doing.”

She nodded and tried to smile, but failed.

“Do you remember who I am?” the alpha asked her.

I’m smellinghim.That is what this place smells like. I’m inhisbed.

The realization hit her with force as Abigail inhaled the scent of the other wolf shifter.

Why the hell am I in his bed?

“I know you’re the alpha,” Abigail began slowly. “I remember meeting you, in the infirmary with the healer. But I don’t remember your name. I’m sorry.”

Again, he smiled. His eyes crinkled up at the edges when he grinned. “My name is Dominic. And right now, you’re in the Moonstone pack territory. You were brought here by two concerned members of my pack.”

“I remember that part,” Abigail said stiffly.

The thought of being in this man’s bed was freaking her out slightly. She took several deep breaths and tried to remain calm.

“You’re in my home now. I thought it best to take care of you close to me.” Dominic went on to explain. “You have a lot of injuries. Claw marks, a broken arm, and internal injuries. Deep tissue bruises and several lacerations, too.”

“That explains a lot,” Abigail said flatly. Then, suddenly, she laughed again. This time her laughter was tired. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice completely unapologetic. “It’s just been a rough week.”

“I can believe that,” Dominic said quietly. She looked up at him at the sound of his voice. His voice had changed, becoming tighter and even lower if that was possible.

“When can I get out of here?” Abigail asked then, changing the subject. She might have imagined it, but she thought she saw red flash across Dominic’s eyes.

“You’ll have to stay on bedrest for about a week. Maybe more.” His tone was matter-of-fact.

“Seriously?” Abigail groaned. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m inconveniencing you like this!”

“You aren’t inconveniencing me at all,” Dominic assured her. “I’ve got some breakfast going. You stay here, and I’ll bring it to you in a minute. You need to eat so you can take your pain medication.”

He stood and headed out of the room.

Abigail smelled it then. Rich, salty, and fragrant—bacon and eggs, and maybe sausage too? Her stomach rumbled, embarrassingly loud, and her face heated up again.

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