Page 64 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

“Of course, Jet.” Kaiden offered a singular nod, hearing the tension in my voice.

As we got inside the med room, MacKenzie and Grayson lowered me down onto a small bed, Kaiden laying Senna down on the one next to me.

“Kaiden, make sure she’s warm. There are blankets and a compress for her leg in that cabinet.”

He got straight to work without arguing, the sibling rivalry something he could be trusted to put aside when the situation called for it.

“Grayson, I need you to help me clean Jet’s injuries of debris. We need to make sure they’re all clear before the healing sets in.”

He nodded at her, but she noticed the furrow of Grayson’s brow and smiled.

“To keep it from healing over with the debris inside. Causes infection and shit.”

Grayson’s brows rose with understanding, and he took the offered gloves and tweezers to ensure my injuries were clean. Watching the two of them together made me pause, noting how they both stared for a hair too long and how MacKenzie’s skin flushed ever so slightly. How had I not noticed it before?

“Okay, Jet. This…this is going to suck. I’m sorry.”

I turned to Kenzie, who held her own tweezers and disinfectant. There was no way around it.

“Can’t be worse than the wrist, right?” The thing still throbbed from Kenzie setting it, but I could feel the pain ease with every second as the bone and flesh knit itself back together.

She chewed on her lip, grinning. “Umm, sure.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Great. Well, get it over with.”

Thus began the worst ten minutes of my life. Both of them had to dig through the torn flesh to pull out anything that might cause an infection, and I had to just sit there and take it—not without several instinctual growls and hisses, of course.

Still, having Senna next to me, watching her chest right and fall, helped—even if only marginally.

***

It had been a few hours, and I felt back to my normal self again. The injuries from Terrance’s claws had healed over. While they were still sore, making me stiff and uncomfortable as all get-out in this bed, they were considered a non-issue as of now.

The wrist was healing all right, and I’d likely be able to use it again at full capacity by tomorrow morning. The worst of it all was actually the exhaustion. I could barely remain conscious, but Senna was still out. She’d yet to wake up even a little, and that meant I wasn’t getting sleep any time soon.

“Come on, sweetness.”

Gripping her hand, I gave a solid squeeze, a routine of mine over the last few hours. She was warmed through again, which settled my nerves some, and the ozone scent that clung to her was fading more and more. Kenzie had even bandaged up her calf and treated any bumps and bruises. I was able to move us to my room with the doctor’s permission, and Kenzie was now using the med suite to treat the rest of the pack who’d been injured.

But…

She was still unconscious. I hadn’t looked into those stormy blue eyes in far too long, and the last thing that I’d heard her say had been nonsense about the magic that surged through her.

My heart squeezed at that, my stomach clenching as I felt the familiar rise of nausea that accompanied my worry. If this gift had claimed Senna, if the power had been too much for Senna’s body to withstand, I…

I wasn’t going to live without her. I just wouldn’t do it.

Her blonde curls were a mess around her face, and I smoothed a strand back from her forehead. Resting my hand on her cheek, I traced her face with my eyes. There was a dark spot near her left eye and several shallow cuts that were already scabbed scattered over her chin and neck.

Swallowing hard, I fought the urge to kiss each one of them. I didn’t dare wake Senna if she wasn’t ready. But without her here, without hearing Senna’s voice, I felt…lost.

It was like being in the deep end of a swimming pool, anchoring strapped to my limbs. I was drowning with the need for Senna to be here, and I could scent my own fragrance surging like it could wake her up. My wolf growled and paced inside me, frantic and needing her back just as much.

And then there was the baby.

I hadn’t met them yet, and I worried that I wouldn’t get to. Senna meant the world to me, and I would be crushed if I lost our child, the connection we’d created. And I knew she’d be devastated. She’d find a way to blame herself, and I just—I couldn’t let that happen.

Still, I needed my mate here. We could try again—if we had to. The thought made a sob fight to break free. I couldn’t lose either of them, not really, but Senna…

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