Page 75 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

“Stitch her?” I frown. “Just heal her.”

“It’s not that simple. I’ve left a message for her healer. Since he’s not available, she’s going to have to make do with me.”

“You’re a human. What can you possibly do to help her?” Suddenly, I realize I may have made a mistake. I should have taken her to Healer Pat at the hotel.

“I deal with injuries like this regularly!” Maya says fiercely. “Believe me, I’m more than capable of helping Leanna. And who even are you? Why were you with her?”

“That’s none of your business. If you can’t get in touch with her healer, then I need to contact mine.”

The woman hands me her phone. “Call him.”

I stare at the contraption. “How?”

“What do you mean how?” She glares at me. “Dial his number and give him a call!”

“I—” I’m beginning to feel a little humbled now. “I don’t know his number.”

She stares at me for a brief second. “You—” She’s about to say something nasty. I can see it on her face. But her expression flickers for a second. “Who are you?”

“Is that important?”

She brings the car to a screeching halt. “You’re not from here, are you?” Fear floods her face now. “No. How did I not see it before? You look just like him.”

My jaw tightens, something tingling in my brain. “Like whom?”

She refuses to answer. “Get out of my car.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not leaving Leanna alone with you. I don’t trust you with her.”

“And I’m not taking you to her home,” she retorts harshly. “You’re Cedric, aren’t you?”

So, this human is aware of who I am. Leanna must have told her about me. “If you know who I am, then you know how easily I can kill you,” I snarl at her. “Start driving. I’m not going to have Leanna die because of your carelessness!”

“I’m not bringing you to her house.” Maya grips the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

I’m not about to waste any more time. Unsheathing my claws, I press the tips of them against her neck. “Drive.”

I can hear her heart start to race, her fear giving an acrid edge to her scent. “No!”

My claws bear down against her skin, breaking it slightly. When she realizes I mean business, she starts the car.

I don’t remove my hand throughout the ten-minute drive. By the time she pulls up in front of a house, her face is white as a sheet.

When she doesn’t move, I snarl, “Unless the healer has arrived, let’s go!”

She seems so hesitant to save Leanna, and that makes me want to kill this insignificant human. But she flinches and gets out of the car. I follow suit, proceeding to carry Leanna up the steps of the small house.

This is where my mate has been living all these years? In this tiny little hut? How could she possibly be comfortable?

When the door doesn’t open, I kick it. My foot splinters the wood.

Even the door is weak, I think in disgust.

“What are you doing?!” Maya cries out in alarm. “I have a key! You brute!”

She shoves past me and inserts a key into the lock. I refuse to feel bad and enter the tiny house with long strides. “Where do I put her?”

“Down the hall, first door to the right.”

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