Page 37 of Bear with Me

“Why are all the good ones mated?” he murmured then groaned when she increased the pressure.

“Trying to stop the bleeding,” she explained. “Jensen!”

“You saved my life.”

“Not yet,” she muttered as more blood slipped between her fingers.

“That shot was meant to kill me. If you hadn’t called out when you did, it would have.”

“Jen—” She cut off as he landed on his knees next to her.

“Shoulder. No exit wound. I can’t get the bleeding under control,” she spouted out, relaying the information Jensen would need. She kept the pressure tight while he did a visual inspection.

“Hell of a greeting you’ve been given, Titus.”

Jemma glanced up as Malachai squatted beside them.

“Looks like someone doesn’t like the idea of me being here,” Titus agreed.

“Friend or foe?” Malachai mused.

“Easy answer for me,” Titus offered with a snort. “Hopefully, a friend wouldn’t try to kill me.”

“Good eye.” Malachai directed that comment toward Jemma.

A familiar roar split the air and sent chills down Jemma’s spine.

“That would be your mate who’s going to lose his shit when he sees you covered in blood,” Jensen warned.

Jemma glanced down. “Shit.”

“If he’s the jealous type, maybe you should move,” Titus suggested. “Despite the way I look, I don’t really want to die today.”

“Jemma!” Brock roared her name.

“I’m here!” she called.

“Bleeding’s slowing,” Malachai murmured as Brock appeared. His gaze swept over them before landing on his mate.

“It’s not my blood. I’m not hurt,” she told him as he prowled toward her. “Malachai, take over.”

She was already easing back when Brock reached her, his hands gripping under her arms and lifting her off Titus. Brock crushed her against his chest before pushing her back and running his hands over her body.

“I’m fine. I swear,” she tried to soothe.

“Fuck!” he breathed into her hair before taking her lips with no thoughts of the audience around them.

“Help me get him inside,” Jensen said, drawing their attention. “I need to get the bullet out before his bear tries to heal him.

“Sorry for the shit welcome,” Malachai offered as he helped Jensen get Titus on his feet. Brock released her to help, as well.

“It’s clear!” Holt called as he moved quickly toward them. “Milo caught the shooter.”

“One of ours?” Brock asked.

Holt nodded.

“I’ve never had anyone hate me before they even met me.” Titus gave a half-hearted grin, but Jemma saw the pain he tried to hide.

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