Page 56 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

I whimpered and reached out to him again, but he was faster. Scooping me into his arms like I was a child, he carefully carried me out of his bathtub.

I shivered uncontrollably, the temperature difference hitting me hard now that I wasn’t distracted by Alexander’s addictive kisses.

Alexander set me down just long enough to put me in a robe and wrap a towel around my wet hair.

Then he swept me back in his arms as he carried me into his room, where three female physicians waited for us.

I snarled at them when they got too close to Alexander and me.

Why had they interrupted us earlier? Were they trying to take away my mate?

I bared my canines at them.

Alexander was mine. Mine.Mine.

Alexander motioned for them to stay back, his arms steady around me as he carried me to his bed. Then, faster than I could register it, I felt a prick in my arm.

I looked from the syringe in Alexander’s hand to his stunning blue eyes, completely confused, and then a wave of dizziness hit me. My vision went hazy, and my body suddenly felt heavy.

“Alexander,” I rasped, reaching out for him, and his arms wrapped around me.

“It’s fine. I’m here,” he said.

I relaxed in Alexander’s embrace as my eyes began to flutter shut.

“She should feel better once she wakes up,” one of the physicians said.

“The other medication will…”

I was out.

I didn’t remember how long my heat lasted. My memories of it felt like a fever dream.

I wanted Alexander with every fiber of my being, but he never touched me like the first night of my heat.

He did other things, though.

He gave me medications that helped keep my pain at bay. He ran baths for me, helped me dress, and fed me even when I insisted all I needed was him, not food.

What I loved most was when he cuddled with me on his bed and told me stories that made me laugh so hard I was almost distracted from my desire for him.

Then, like all good things, it came to an end.

I woke up with a terrible headache in a cold bed. Half asleep, I rolled over, blindly searching for my mate, and?—

My eyes snapped open and I sat up abruptly, mortification flooding my veins.

I looked around me, my confusion growing.

This wasn’t my room. It was Alexander’s.

I covered my chest with the sheets around me, suddenly embarrassed beyond belief.

Why was I wearing a dress like this in Alexander’s bed, and for Goddess’s sake, why did I reek of him?

I’d no sooner thought those questions when disjointed memories of the last few days inundated my mind.

Memories that made my cheeks burn and my body tremble.

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