Page 55 of Bullied By the Alpha Wolf

“She’ll be fine, Kaiden. I’m sure of it.”

Still staring down at my mate, I gripped her hand. “I’ll believe that when she wakes up.”

That wave of concern flowed out of me, and I could smell the hint of char touching my scent. I was fucking terrified, but I couldn’t put the blame on Willow or Sunny for Kit’s condition. They’d done everything they could to ensure she was all right.

“I’m grateful, too. I know this would be a completely different scenario if it weren’t for you and Sunny.” I glanced around the room that had been stocked with various medical equipment. “This setup you guys worked on for the pack is incredible.”

“Eh,” Willow waved a hand at me, brushing it off, “it’s not anything special—just the necessary supplies to keep the pack going. We’d already been working on it when Terrance still ran things. He was a fucking dick, but at least he knew we needed medical supplies.”

I was about to respond when the door to the room opened again. It was Sunny. She looked a bit haggard, and I knew that she’d been spending nearly as much time monitoring Kit’s condition as I had.

“Hi, Alpha. Is it all right if I come in? There’s something I wanted to discuss with you.”

I offered her a slight nod and turned to face her, still holding Kit’s hand. “Sure, Sunny. What’s up?”

She came into the room and stood near my chair. As Sunny fiddled with her hair, I noticed the hint of charcoal dotting her scent. She was exuding waves of nervous energy, and my heart squeezed in my chest.

“If it’s something bad, you need to just tell me. I can sense your anxiety, Sunny. Talk to me.”

Sunny shook herself, bowing her head. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I…I didn’t mean to. Umm, so yeah, actually, it’s not bad per se, just…complicated.”

“Okaaay,” I dragged out, holding Sunny’s eyes as I raised my brows. “So what is it then?”

“I ran some tests on Kit’s blood to be sure she was responding to the platelet infusion. Which she is, by the way. Good, strong blood production. It’s good. Sorry. I’m rambling.”

Shaking her head again, Sunny absently put a hand on the back of her head and rubbed, clearly a nervous habit. I held the silence, not wanting to snap at her, but the impatience was building.

“Anyway, Kit is doing good. I suspect her body is just especially tired, and it’s working double-time right now, so that’s why she’s taking a bit to wake up.”

Nothing Sunny was saying was making much sense. I was glad that Kit was okay, but what did she even mean by all that? I cocked a brow, narrowing my eyes at her as I brushed my hair out of my face with my free hand.

“What do you mean double-time? Because she was injured?”

“Oh, well, I mean, there’s that, too. Getting a slash like that is a lot more work for a human to heal than a wolf. So, I guess, I mean, keep that in mind too. Kit won’t wake up as fast as a wolf might, of course.”

This conversation was going absolutely nowhere, and I could sense the agitation rising in my blood. Willow scoffed from her seat, taking Sunny’s hand and getting her attention.

“Hun, you need to get to the point. You’re freaking him out.”

I rolled my eyes, but I was appreciative of Willow’s ability to cut to the core of things. She never beat around the bush, and it was one of my favorite traits of hers.

“Oh,” Sunny’s brows rose to her hairline, “right. Sorry. It’s just that…well, I’ve never actually had to tell anyone something like this, and I don’t want you to be upset or something. And I know that timing is everything, so I thought maybe I should wait. But you’ve been sitting in here for hours, so I—”

“Sunny,” I cut in, leveling her with a calming stare and holding my hand out toward her to stop the tirade of words tumbling out of her.

“Right. Sorry. Again.” She smiled, her hand at the back of her head again. “So, Kit’s body is working double-time because she already needed to start making more blood because of her condition. She’ll actually wind up with about two times as much blood by the time she delivers.”

My gut squeezed, and my mouth fell open. The first part of that explanation had been about as helpful as the rest of Sunny’s tangents, but the word “delivers”—that held a particular meaning, one that I was all too familiar with.

“Did you say ‘delivers?’ Is Kit—”

“You all are incredibly loud. How’s a girl supposed to sleep you lot yapping constantly?”

I spun around to face the bed, my pulse shooting through the damn roof as I met Kit’s open eyes. She was awake, and a tired smile stretched over her face. I practically leaped onto the bed, holding her face in my hands as I kissed the ever-loving hell out of her. Kit let out a tiny squeak, and I pulled back, aware that I was probably crushing her.

“Well, hello,” she said a bit breathlessly.

“Don’t do that to me again. I was losing my mind.”

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