Page 75 of Hunting Their Omega

My chest was heaving by the time I convinced my wolf to leave the carcass alone. The haze of brutality faded, and I followed the bond toward our mate, allowing it to pull me from my rage. My vision cleared, and I saw Bishop kneeling in his human skin next to our frightened mate.

Her wolf’s ears were low, and her body curled in on itself. Slowly, carefully, Bishop murmured to her. I felt the flare of the bond as he pushed feelings of safety and love toward her. I joined him, my desire to see her safe bleeding into our connection. I gave her my strength, comfort, relief, and vengeance.

She reached toward us with her slender snout, and Bishop stroked her fur. Sparks of pleasure trickled down the bond, calling out to us. I shifted, moving closer so she could take comfort in my presence. She wasn’t alone anymore.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bishop murmured lovingly. “You’re safe now. And you were so brave.”

I swallowed, softening my voice to match Bishop’s. “It’s time to come back now, baby. It’s time to take you home.”

Wynn’s thread vibrated through the bond as his massive white wolf entered the clearing. Bowen and Valor followed in their human forms, carrying emergency packs.

Isolde shifted, whimpering through the change. Her pain made me see red all over again. I wanted to revive that asshole and kill him a second time.

Bowen pulled out an extra pair of sweatpants and a hoodie as Wynn shifted. Wynn took the clothing from the Enforcer and began dressing our mate, his movements gentler than I’d ever seen.

“Shit,” he cursed, wincing at a long, bloody gash down her thigh. “We have to clean this. We don’t want it to get infected.” He looked up, holding her stare. “This is going to hurt.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

Wynn turned to Bishop, who was already taking out the medical supplies. While none of us had extensive medical training, we knew enough. All we could do was clean the wound and wrap it until we could get her to the medical building.

I settled her between my legs, and she leaned on my chest for support. I froze, inhaling her scent. I buried my face in her neck and took another breath to be sure what I was smelling wasn’t just my imagination.

Her scent had changed. The sweet, creamy strawberry scent was spiced with cinnamon and leather and rain and . . . something softer . . . something new. My wolf preened, all traces of anger melting into joy.

It was the unmistakable scent of young—soft and dewy, like the first moments of spring. It was so light I almost missed it.

I watched Wynn and Bishop, and their eyes went wide as they noticed the change in her scent. Wonder, happiness, and fear flowed through the bond.

With the Council on the way, we would do everything possible to keep Isolde and our child safe.

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“She’s dehydrated, and her heart rate is higher than I would like to see in a pregnant female, but I believe she just needs some rest.” Korren, our head Healer, looked at his charts as he spoke. “The gash on her leg doesn’t show any signs of infection. Good job cleaning the wound, Alpha Wynn. Very thorough.”

Wynn nodded, hiding his shock. Korren was a perfectionist and meticulous to a fault when it came to his job. Those qualities made him a great Healer, but he was also hard to please, much to his staff’s dismay. Wynn would likely hold his compliment over us for years to come.

“I’ve closed up the wound with seven stitches.” Korren held up his hand just as I was about to speak. “It’s just a precaution. The stitches will give her body extra time to heal.”

“You’re losing me, Korren,” I said.

“Aside from the fluctuating hormones pregnant females experience, there is also a change in strength and healing. Their body directs most resources to the fetus. This leaves the females more vulnerable than usual.” Our faces must have shown our distress because he added, “It’s all very normal, I assure you.”

“So, what do we do now?” Bishop asked.

“You let her rest, then you take her home. You can resume life as normal, but I want to see her on a bi-weekly basis for checkups.” He took the time to pin each of us with a no-nonsense glare.

“I’ll deliver her here myself,” I said, glancing at Isolde in one of the hospital beds.

“Good. Now, let my patient get some rest. I’ll have someone contact you when she’s awake.”

Wynn’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not leaving.”

Korren replied with the patience of a Healer. “I didn’t say you had to leave. I said to let my patient get some rest. Head to the visitor’s wing, you three.”

Bishop put his hand on Wynn’s shoulder, knowing he was about to protest. “Come on, it’s one room over. Besides, we still have things we need to discuss.”

Wynn relented with a grunt, and Korren left the room, satisfied we would follow his orders.

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