Page 111 of Puck & Her Blades

Asher immediately stiffens at the same time as Cygnus does.

“Don’t touch her without permission, doctor.” Asher bats McKay’s hand away from my wrist, and I sigh with relief.

McKay yelps and then stares at Asher in shock. For a moment, I think that McKay’s going to strike him.

McKay’s eyes flash with rage, before he appears to control himself, taking a step back. “And don’t dare to talk to me with such insolence, Companion.” I flinch at the same time as Asher does at the emphasis on Companion. “My son has a ward and he would strip him naked right here and now and beat him, until he couldn’t walk, if he ever dared talk to anyone in such a way. Let alone, if he dared lay hands on a professional and guest in the house, such as myself. I’m an esteemed physician. You will let me work, or I’ll tell your Alphas what you just did.”

I gasp.

Asher slowly stands to his full height. He towers over McKay, who swallows.

McKay struggles to hold his ground, while he tips his head back to look at Asher.

“Threaten me, I don’t give a shit,” Asher growls. “Do you think that I haven’t had Guardians like your asshole of a son before? That I don’t know what it’s like to be terrorized, if I don’t say yes sir, no sir after every damn sentence? But you’re not my Alpha. So, care for her but only with her consent.”

“I have her Alphas’ permission,” McKay replies. “I don’t need anything else. Now, I’ve had quite enough of your back talk. Kneel and show proper respect to your betters. I can’t work in these conditions. I always believed that it was a terrible mistake letting a Companion like you play hockey. It’s given you ideas above your station.”

My heart aches.

Asher’s gaze darts from McKay to me.

I can see how much this is hurting him, especially as he’s being humiliated in front of me.

Cygnus slips off the bed to stand next to Asher just as Asher starts to drop to his knees. He grips Asher tightly by the arm to stop him kneeling.

Asher glances at him in surprise.

Cygnus looks like an entirely different man.

The man who I’ve caught glimpses of underneath the act is fully revealed now. Cygnus’ chin is raised, his eyes glint like dying stars, and his shoulders are thrown back.

He looks like the aristocratic elite that he is.

My eyes widen, and I become even more wet with slick because he’s fucking hot like this.

“I am an Omega,” Cygnus’ voice is sharp as a blade, “but I am not only an Omega. I’m the cherished First Omega of the elite Blade pack. You have no right to come into my sacrosanct Omega Chamber in such a manner and disrespect members of my pack. You will treat everyone in here with professional courtesy, or I will tell my Alphas that they should ensure you never work with Omegas again.”

Flustered, McKay wrings his hands. “Omega, I didn’t—”

“I have a name,” Cygnus snaps. “Use it.”

“Cygnus, I don’t need to examine her anymore.” Nervously, McKay glances between us. “Rather, I need to do further investigations. It’s remarkable, considering her age, that this is her first heat. Are you registered as a Non-heat?”

I nod.

What’s wrong? What investigations?

McKay pulls out his phone and starts flicking through online files.

Asher rocks on his heels, crossing his arms. “What are you looking for?”

McKay hums, as if he’s found something, then waves his phone at Asher. “Confirmation that she’s registered in the database as a NH, Non-heat. It’s remarkably rare for a NH to be triggered to heat.” He fixes me with a firm glare. “There are only a couple of possibilities that I’ve come across. Can I question her? I’m only thinking of my patient’s health.”

“Is that okay?” Cygnus’ expression is tight.

I nod, even though I’m burning up.

My mind is less clear than it was. I’m close to humping the bed and begging for my Alphas.

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