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Book1 Chapter49
We need to talk, just not yet.
That’s all it says, nothing else.
He doesn’t come back the next night or the next. He doesn’t call me; he doesn’t check up on me. When I try to call him, it goes to voice mail, so I stop trying to call.
There’s nothing else from him anymore, no more iced pain, or raging grief, nothing. He’s turned off the show.
When I walk into the clinic on Thursday, only my females are waiting for me. No other patients are there.
‘Aurora, where’s Dr. Valentine?” I finally manage to ask around lunchtime.
“He took the next two days off. Lots for him to do and figure out, he told me.” Inod as if I understand.
“Rya, I’m supposed to tell you thathe’s hosting a pack barbecue, and he expects everyone to attend. It’s Saturday at three.” I just walk away, tending to the various pregnant females.
Friday has me finishing the rest of my paperwork as the last patient leaves. I didn’t see Kimberly this week. I will have to see what’s going on and why she didn’t come to a scheduled appointment.
A groan hits my ears; it’s deep and full of pain. His cries stand the fur on end. He’s slowly waking up for very short periods of time before they drug him back into a sleep of healing.
This is an example of why doctors are worth their weightingold. What’s supposed to have died, they are able to keep alive.” Clayton’s smell to me is of pain and hurt. Instinct wants to drive me to his room, but my mind keeps me away. He never came and helped me long ago.
Aurora’s coming out of his room, carrying some vile–looking blood–soaked dressings. I see him then. His hands are restrained by thick leather attached at his wrists. He’s on his stomach, sweat making his hair stick to his head. His lips are trembling, back exposed. He has no back; it just looks like ground–up meat. His eyes find mine, and I stop for a moment before he picks his head up and looks away from me. I can see his shoulders shake as if he’s crying.
Pain like this has no peak. It doesn’t stop in an hour; it holds your body hostage until you just wish for your death.
All this pain is because he believed in love.
“Why are his hands restrained?” I ask Aurora once she comes back.
“It’s to stop him from tearing his own throat out. He didn’t like that he woke up.” My stomach drops. He thought that he probably would die out on that post. He never expected to live.
She closes the door behind her as she walks into the room. I can hear her low, soothing voice humming to him.
Friday night, he doesn’t call or come over. All his hickeys have disappeared; it’s as if he never marked me with his mouth. His scent is still inside my skin slightly, lingering, holding on in the crevices that can’t be seen with the naked eye.
I go around back. There are giant bonfires burning everywhere, a giant pig roasting in the pit, along with tables spread out with food, lotsandlots of food on display.
I brought two pies–lemon meringue. I was feeling slightly sour with the way he’s just ignoring me, but that’s my own fault, no one to blame but me. Ijust couldn’t help but bring lemon.
I find him with my gaze. He’s talking to several wolves. This looks the way an Alpha looks, the way he’s holding himself as if he has the biggest balls in the woods. A smile touches his lips, and my heart picks up a beat.
His mother is calling me over with a wave of her hand and a friendly smile, taking me in the opposite direction of Dallas. I give her a small wave with my now–healed arm. I’m looking for my family, but I don’t see them yet.
Luna Grace is standing at the picnic table that Cash and Kennedy are sitting at. She was released two days ago into Cash’s care. Her throat’s healing well, no more white bandages on them. I can’t tell if his claim mark is there or not.
The scarring is extremely extensive.
She doesn’t look the same, skinny, sunken in cheeks, hair falling limply to the side of her face. No makeup, it’s as if she just doesn’t care what she looks like. If he’s put a claim mark on her, she should be going into her heat next month. It’s the weirdest thing to think about.
Could I really deliver her pup? The thought shakes my core values slightly.
She looks at me, and our eyes lock with each other before she looks away at the lake…anything but me, anything but Cash.
(Book) Chapter49
