Page 5 of Second Chance Mates

Sebastian sighs from behind us, and Lucy glances at him. “And when she wakes up?”

I shrug because I haven’t thought that far ahead. I want her safe first. “We’ll figure it out. Please, just trust me. I need to do this.”

Lucy’s eyes are weary, but she nods after a few moments. “Fine,” she huffs. “But only because her injury looks severely infected, and even I can’t heal something that serious, especially on a human.”

“Can you keep her in a deep sleep until we get home?” I ask. “Use your powers to keep her safe for the time being. The last thing we want is her waking up mid-drive and trying to throw herself onto the road.”

“I don’t like this, Jaxon,” she grumbles but moves closer. “I want her healed, and I want her to find her family, friends, or whoever can help her after whatever she’s been through.”

I bite down on my tongue before I say the wrong thing. “Agreed.”

Lucy gently casts a hand over the girl’s face. A wave of energy emits into her body which will keep her asleep for a little while longer. Once she’s in a comfortable, deep sleep, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to my car.

I choose to ignore all the sensations running through my body. Now is not the time to be having a revelation when she’s fighting for her life. I might be desperate to know more, but her health comes first.

“The infirmary?” Lucy suggests.

I nod. “Then we can get her settled in one of the spare rooms for privacy.”

Once we get back to the house, I carry her towards the infirmary. A pack doctor inches closer to see the injured human in my arms. “Alpha?”

“She needs her own room.”

“Right this way.”

I step into the private room and let her down onto the soft bed, her frail body dropping as she rests against the pillows.

“Jaxon?” Lucy grasps my attention, but her voice is too loud for my liking. “Are you going to tell me what on earth is going on?”

I press a finger to my lips and shake my head once.

She’s still sleeping. I shoot through our mindlink.

One of Lucy’s brows flexes, and she places her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. I love my sister to death, but it’s annoying that she always figures out when something is wrong, even when I feel like I’m good at hiding it.

I hold her stare. She’s my mate.

She doesn’t move. She doesn’t say a word; she just stares at me.

What do you mean?

She’s my mate. My wolf felt it. I felt it. Something is there between us, and I know that sounds crazy, but I can’t explain it. I just know.

Lucy looks dumbfounded. I am, too. Jaxon, are you su–

Yes. Yes. I’m sure. I’m not going crazy. I know what I feel.

How? Second-chance mates are a myth.

Evidently not. I know what I feel. Just trust me on this.

Her eyes wander over my mate as she sleeps against the white bedsheets. What’s her name?

I don’t know. We didn’t get that far. A deep sigh escapes my lips. I study her chest as she breathes, every movement rigid and harsh. But I know whatever she’s gone through has been hell.

My fists tense, and I grit my teeth in anger at the state I found her in.

I turn back to Lucy. When she wakes up, can you please be here to help? She’s petrified, and maybe seeing another woman will help her calm down. I’ll have the doctors on standby.

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