Page 50 of A Luna's Dynasty
“You heard your luna, get them all to the infirmary,” Ashered ordered.
Lita’s hands never left Luka as two of the pack members lifted him carefully. She monitored his pulse, her touch gentle yet purposeful. “Easy,” she murmured, more to herself than the others. “I've got you.”
Her fingers danced across Luka's chest, cataloging symptoms and formulating a treatment plan. His pulse rate felt steady, and she was relieved that he wasn’t in immediate danger.
Asher watched the scene unfold, his silver eyes narrowing imperceptibly. His arms crossed over his broad chest, muscles taut beneath his shirt. A slight frown creased his brow as he observed Lita's tender ministrations to Luka. Though he knew her actions were purely professional, a primal part of him bristled at seeing his mate's hands on another wolf. He followed behind them as they carried Luka and the others to the infirmary, his eyes locked onto Lita’s every move.
“Your skills are ... impressive,” Asher said, breaking the silence. His words were genuine, despite the underlying current of possessiveness.
Lita glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you. It’s good to actually be able to use these skills … not that I’m glad someone is hurt.” She patted Luka’s hand as they stepped through the infirmary doors.
The room was painfully bare, with only a few cots lining the walls and a single, worn cabinet in the corner. Sunlight filtered through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floor. It looked nothing like their pack hospital, which was advanced with all the newest technologies and fully stocked.
“This is ... all you have?” she asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice.
“To be honest, we really don’t use this place.”
Asher watched as Lita's green eyes swept the room, her mind already whirring with plans. “We'll need more supplies,” she muttered, moving toward the cabinet. “Herbs, bandages, proper tools …”
As she spoke, the warriors carried the wounded in, laying them on the cots. Grabbing a vial of what she needed, she drew the contents into a needle. She moved to Luka first to examine him fully.
Asher watched, his silver eyes narrowing as Lita's fingers traced the contours of Luka's bare chest. A low growl built in histhroat, which he quickly stifled. He knew he was being irrational. Lita was simply doing her job, but the sight of her touching another male, even in this context, made his blood boil.
“Is this really necessary?” he bit out, unable to contain himself.
Lita glanced up, surprise flashing across her face. “Of course it is. I need to check for any internal bleeding. Liquid silver could easily stop his healing, and he could bleed out because of it.”
Asher crossed his arms, his muscles tensing. He hated this feeling of jealousy, knowing it was beneath him as an alpha, yet he couldn't shake the possessive thought:her touches should be for me alone.
Lita, sensing his discomfort, softened her tone. “Asher, I'm a healer. This is what I do.”
“I know,” he grumbled, forcing himself to relax. “I just ... I don't like seeing you with other males, even like this.”
Lita's lips quirked into a small smile. “You're going to have to get used to it, I'm afraid. My patients need me. But don’t worry … I’ll always save most of my attention for you.” She winked at him before returning her attention to Luka.
With a sigh, he leaned against the wall, resigned to watching and waiting. He knew he was being childish, but the wolf inside him howled for her undivided attention.
Lita's hands moved with practiced precision as she prepared the antidote, her green eyes narrowing in concentration. “Luka, this might sting a bit,” she warned, her voice soft but firm.
Luka nodded weakly, his face pale and drawn. Lita carefully inserted the needle into his arm, her touch gentle yet assured. As she administered the antidote, she monitored his reactions closely, years of extensive training guiding her every move.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, her fingers resting on his wrist to check his pulse.
Luka managed a weak smile. “Like I've been hit by a truck, but ... better.”
Asher watched from his position against the wall, his silver eyes never leaving Lita. A mix of emotions swirled within him … pride at her skill, admiration for her dedication, and a nagging unease he couldn't quite shake. Damn his own jealous nature.She's remarkable, he thought, his chest swelling with a possessive pride.
Bo growled angrily,Why does she have to be so ... connected with her patients?
Lita moved to each of the men, giving them each a shot to ease the pain. “Asher, could you hand me another needle?”
He handed her what she needed, their fingers brushing as he placed it in her hand. The brief contact sent a jolt through him, reminding him of their bond. Sweet, euphoric tingles shot over his body, and for a moment, he felt her feelings inside of him. She was determined and driven to help the warriors. It was so brief, he wondered if he’d imagined it.
“They should be fine now. They just need to sleep it off.” Lita stared at the men, who were doing much better than she could have imagined. If these were members of her old pack, they might not have recovered at all. The Black Ice Pack was proactive in their approach to protecting themselves. Perhaps it was a bit extreme, but she had to admit their tolerance to liquid silver was incredible. It was dangerous, though, and she was surprised they didn’t have any casualties from it. In the future, it might be best to have someone administering it so there weren’t any more accidents.
“Lita … can we talk?” She turned to look at Asher and noticed his eyes flickering with his wolf. He pulled her to a more private area to talk.
“I can't ... I don't want you working as a healer anymore,” he said, his words clipped. “It's driving me crazy, seeing you so close to other men.”
