Chapter 13


    -Dorothy-


    I spent the rest of the day after Ignatius left wallowing around in the clinic bed. The healer asionally


    popped her head in to check on me and delivered a number of snacks and treats that I wolfed down at


    a rate that left my stomach aching.


    I decided I’d had enough of my stiff denim jeans and chose instead to sit around in my underwear and


    shirt until Ignatius got back. I listened to the bustle of nurses and patients outside of my room and sank


    into my thoughts.


    It had been only yesterday that I’d crawled out of my bed expecting my life to change forever. In a way,


    it had, but not how I’d expected it to. My thoughts drifted to Johan and how he was struggling.


    I could still feel his tense, emotional energy but he had closed his mind off to me shutting me out of his


    thoughts and whatever he was going through. I had tried to speak to him, to apologize for everything,


    but my words echoed back to me, unheard and unanswered.


    I thought about Ignatius and his piercing cold eyes. For someone so intimidating and aloof, he seemed


    to have quite a soft spot when it came to me. I couldn’t even begin to understand why. What did I have


    that was so special. What could he see that my own true mate couldn’t.


    I didn’t understand him at all, but both I and my wolf wanted to be around him all the same. I found I


    had begun to rely on his scent and its calming capabilities. He was so starkly different from my true


    mate, in both his looks and demeanor.


    Where Johan was warm and gentle, Ignatius was cold to the touch and his alone seemed to make


    people ufortable. I remembered the fear in udia’s voice


    presence when he’d first showed up.


    And the healer too, she was wary of him when we first arrived at the hospital. She had called him a


    Northerner. I didn’t know much about the Northern Pack but I recalled a few stories that solidified them


    as a terrifying threat.


    The Bielke Pack was their true name. They were the strongest pack in North America, dominating in


    both numbers and abilities. Until recently, they had been a threat to the Kall Pack until the elders of


    both formed a strained truce.


    Ignatius was one of them. People clearly knew who he was so he must be pretty high in the rank. I


    would have to ask him about it when he got back. All of a sudden, my musing was interrupted by a pric


    kling sensation in my fingertips that slowly ebbed across my entire b*dy.


    My eyes widened in horror when the pri ck ling grew more intense and a hot me ignited between my


    legs. My second heat was kicking in, so soon after the first that I had been leftpletely unprepared


    for it..


    I gripped the bed sheets and grated my teeth against each other, grinding my jaw so as not to make a


    sound. It was no use though, the fire had spread across my skin and my b*dy grew slick with sweat.


    Ignatius still wasn’t back and the healer had left me to tend to another patient.


    I curled up on my side, trying to fight the urges that surged up inside of me without warning. I needed


    Ignatius, I couldn’t ride this out on my own. I cried out as another wave swept over me it was both a


    wail and a throaty growl that I’d never made before.


    I called for Ignatius, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to hear me, but I was desperate. I kicked and


    writhed until the healer came rushing in when nurses outside heard themotion.


    I begged her to give me the same powdery substance she’d used on me before, to knock me out cold


    before the pain got any worse. But she refused, shaking her head slowly and looking down at my


    convulsing form with sympathy.


    “I can’t do that love, any more than one dose in such a short space of time could be fatal.”


    I screamed in frustration. I knew she was only trying to protect me but I was too far gone to care. I


    pounded my fists against the mattress and shed at her with a wed hand when she tried to restrain


    me. She dodged my ws and stepped back, rubbing her hand on her temple.


    “There’s nothing more I can do. You’ll have to wait for your Northern boy to return.”


    Ignatius, my Northern boy. Mine. These weren’t my thoughts, these belonged to my wolf who sent my


    stomach churning in her yearning for his sweet musky scent. Ignatius. Mine.


    -Ignatius-


    I still had udia by the scruff of the shirt when the one called Lana growled at me. udia stood on


    her toes, her nails digging into my forearm as she tried to lean away from me.


    I could smell the fear on her. I let go of her shirt and she dropped to her knees at my feet. Lana and the


    other girls ran up tofort her.


    Ispat at me from the ground as her crew crow around her, “Does ginger pet know what kind of monster


    you really are?”


    your little


    I ignored her and climbed back into my car, mming the door with a force that shook the entire


    vehicle. One of the other girls sauntered up to the window before I could turn the ignition.


    She dipped her head in through the window and ran a finger down my chest. “You know, if you ever get


    bored of banging the loner.” Her hand moved lower.” I’ve always been interested in you Ignatius.”


    I grabbed her wrist before her hand reached my belt and squeezed tightly, causing her to yelp.


    She tried to pull her arm from my grasp, and shrieked, “Let go! I was just teasing!”


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    I recognized her. I had watched her deliver a particrly forceful kick to Dorothy’s ribs that had her


    skidding across the tarmac the day before.


    I let


    go of her wrist and she tottered backward, ring at me and rubbing the skin where my nails had left


    red crescent moons in her flesh. I kicked the car into gear and sped off without a backward nce.


    I was furing as I drove, using every bit of my self-control not to turn back and show them the true terror


    of a Northerner’s fury. In their boldness, they had forgotten the years of my pack’s domination over the


    other tribes of North America.


    We had taken their territory once, and we could do it again. No g od dam n peace treaty would ever


    guarantee their safety if they crossed me again.


    I was shaken from my morbid thoughts when I suddenly felt sharp pric kles of electricity blossoming on


    my skin. The hair on my neck rose and I gripped the wheel tightly. I could feel something someone,


    calling for me. Someone needed me. Someone was in pain.


    The pri ckling turned to a raging burn and I turned a corner so sharply I almost flipped the car. It was


    Dorothy, I could hear Dorothy inside my head. I didn’t have time to wonder at how that could be,


    however.


    I was focused on getting back to the clinic as soon as possible. I could feel her agony as she began her


    second heat. It hade so quickly after the first that I hadn’t expected it. I wasn’t at her side for it and


    that was a problem.


    Upon arriving at the clinic, I burst through the front doors and headed straight for Dorothy’s ward. I


    could smell her scent the moment I entered, only this time it was sweeter than before, alluring and


    enticing.


    Tor growled in my chest, hungry and aroused. I rounded a corner and barely avoided colliding with a


    nurse who dropped her clipboard and with a frightened squeal. I ignored her and made straight for


    Dorothy’s room, stumbling through the door and


    narrowly dodging another collision with the healer who was on her way out.


    “Oh, you’re here. I’ll leave you to it then.”


    Behind her, Dorothy whined as she caught a glimpse of me and reached out her arms.


    The healer pushed past me. “You keep her heat under control and that is all,” she said sternly, turning


    to peer at me over her sses before leaving. “Behave.”


    Her words barely registered as I headed to Dorothy’s bedside, kneeling on the mattress and grabbing


    her arm.


    I yanked her upright and pressed my lips to hers, cutting her whines short.


    Dorothy melted against me, her arms sliding under my shirt and guiding me on top of her as shey


    down on her back again.


    Her nails grazed my back and sent sparks up my spine. She was still arching her back, bucking


    underneath me as I moved my mouth to her neck, nipping and licking down her pale throat. I slid my


    hands under her shirt, and then, impatient and overtaken by desire, ripped it off of herpletely.


    Dorothy didn’t seem to mind though and her hands knotted in my hair as I caught one of her pebbled


    nipples in my mouth, tongue flicking over the hard nub before moving on to the other one.


    She moaned my name out loud and I lifted my head to catch her bottom lip between my teeth before


    iming her mouth again.


    My hand trailed down to


    was wet with lust. Despite Underwear, running a finger over the fabric I could tell she


    –


    all of my previous resolutions with Dorothy’s scent singing to all of my senses like a siren call – I had no


    intention of holding back.


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