Page 7 of Thor's Unexpected Mate

Reaching over, I flipped on the standing lamp near the door. The room suddenly took on a dull gold glow. Baldr’s gaze fixed on me for a moment before he turned toward the living room and stopped. There, laid over the couch on a thick blanket, was the red-headed human with the broken leg.

“Thor…” Baldr whispered. “What is that?”

“I don’t know his name,” I replied. “But I found him injured on the mountain. He’d lost a lot of blood, and I couldn’t leave him there.”

“You should have.”

I shook my head. “You don’t understand,” I replied slowly. “I couldn’t.”

“What does that mean?”

Silence.

“Thor, tell me what’s going on.”

“I… I honestly don’t really know.” I took a few deep breaths. “But when I touched him… well, something happened. I… I heard a word.”

Baldr rolled his eyes. “What word? Stop being so cryptic.”

Another deep breath. “Mate.”

My voice was barely above a whisper. But the moment that word left my mouth, Baldr froze up completely. He looked at me, then to the human on the couch once more.

“Him?!” he balked. “But you’ve never chased after men before!”

“I know,” I nodded. “But with him… I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem like a big deal.”

“Do you hear what you’re saying?! He’s a human, you’re a werewolf! It’s against pack law!”

“You think I don’t know that, Baldr?” I snapped, my voice full of anger and stress. “I know! Okay? I fucking know! But I… I physically couldn’t leave him behind.” I breathed out through my nose, trying to calm myself. “Please. I just want to heal him up and then I’ll send him home. I know the pack laws and I know they exist for a reason. If the human world ever found out about us… well, we could kiss all our hard work goodbye.”

“And our lives,” Baldr added. “Wolf hunters would descend on this entire town in a matter of days.”

“You’re right,” I said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And I’m going to send him home. But I need your help first.”

“You want me to heal him, don’t you?”

I nodded. “If you can.”

Baldr let out a great sigh. “You’re really annoying. You know that right? This is just like that time you brought home that injured skunk and it sprayed me while I tried to heal it. I had to bathe in tomato juice for a month.”

I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. “I know. But I promise this one doesn’t spray.”

“He fucking better not.”

With a huff, Baldr crossed over to the couch and knelt down beside the red-headed man. He pulled his eyelids up, checked his pulse, waved a hand over him a few times, and then sat back on his ankles. I had no idea what he was doing. Magic was completely foreign to me.

“He’s lost a lot of blood, and the compound fracture is pretty severe,” Baldr stated, glancing back at me. “I can reset the bone and stitch him up, but he’ll need bed rest for at least a week or two before he’ll be ready to walk again.”

“I’ll take him home today,” I nodded. “He can rest back in his own world.”

Baldr lifted an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. However, he eventually sighed and pulled out a small bottle of water from the hot springs that he used in his magic.

“I’m gonna feel like shit after healing him this much,” he added. “You fucking owe me one.”

“Anything you want, just let me know.” I paused. “And don’t tell Loki anything.”

“Oh, believe me, the last person I’m going to tell is him. I don’t need my brothers killing each other over something this stupid.” I glanced up at me. “I do not want to be Alpha of this pack once you two murder each other.”

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