Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 780 He's Hurt

Hayley's POV:

Itmustbe a kid!

That was my first thought.

Alright, youlittlerascal-sneakingaround in

themiddleofthenighttryingtoscarepeople? You've got thewronggirl. I'mabouttogiveyou a lessonyouwon'tforget.

I took a deep breath, put on my best angry face, and yanked the door open with

force.

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Before I could even let out a scolding word, a body slumped through the doorway and collapsed right at my feet. His head landed just inches from my toes.

With just one glance, I immediately recognized him. Truman. Unconscious.

And then I realized something even more disturbing-the distinct scent that marks us as werewolves was completely gone from him. That only happened when we were severely injured.

No wonder Hera hadn't picked up on anything outside the door. His scent had vanished.

His forehead was soaked in sweat, his clothes were streaked with blood, and a deep, steadily bleeding wound ran across his abdomen.

would explain why his body wasn't healing on its own and why he'd

at his familiar profile, a swirl of emotions

dragged him inside, settled him on the couch,

you're lucky," I muttered, "the hotel's first

began unbuttoning his shirt to get a proper look at the

thought. The gash was deep and definitely needed stitches, but this kit could only

hadn't gone to a hospital. He didn't want anyone to know he was hurt. Which meant I couldn't take

was clean the wound, stop the bleeding,

pinched a cotton ball, soaked it in alcohol, and leane disinfect

him hard-his eyebrows drew together, muscles twitching around his eyes.

shot up and clamped

him without a trace of emotion and gave him a look that said, If you want to die,

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Chapter 780 He's Hurt

fluttered open. When he saw me, his voice was barely a whisper.

My body froze.

used to call me that,

wasn't Benjamin. I shook my head quickly, forcing

I wouldn't even need to lay a finger on you. Just leaving you there would've been enough

dazed eyes gradually

expression on his face shifted-something like disappointment at first, but

quickly into

his hand. "Then I

my eyes and pressed the cotton