Page 6 of Unforgivable

The fear doesn't abate when she sees it's me. If anything, the pungent aroma grows stronger. I can barely hear her response. I just see her lips move.

"Why are you here, sweetheart?"

She licks her lips before whispering, "just didn't feel well, Alpha."

"What's wrong?" I move closer to the bed, noting how she shrinks away.

The curtain opening behind me saves her from having to respond. Her father, Luke, walks into the room, frowning when he sees me. "Alpha," he greets me.

There's no room in the tight space for us to maneuver, but I have the sense that if he could, he would step between his daughter and me. His wolf is wary, watching me as if I'm a hungry predator about to snatch up his pup.

"Luke," I greet him in return. "I am checking on everything. How is Dahlia?" I prod him for answers.

I'm disappointed when he gives me a non-answer like his daughter did, "she doesn't feel well. Female issues," he adds.

I nod, my eyes searching his. He's stoic, not volunteering any more information.

I make another mental note to check on Dahlia. Maybe some rumors are going around about what is happening with her.

It could just be an early heat cycle or a mate problem, but something tells me it's more than that.

"Well, have a nice night," I nod at Luke, "Dahlia," I leave the alcove with the itch in my spine riding me even harder.

When I walk outside the clinic, I swear the moon is even brighter and angrier looking.

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