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.

That would explain why his body

familiar profile, a swirl

there. I dragged

hotel's

kit and began unbuttoning his shirt

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

didn't want anyone to know he was hurt. Which meant

do for now was clean the wound, stop the bleeding, and

plan, I grabbed a pair of tweezers, pinched a cotton ball, soaked it in alcohol, and leane

eyebrows drew together, muscles twitching around his

enough, a second later, his hand shot up and

look that said,

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Chapter 780 He's Hurt

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

My body froze.

to call me that,

shook my head quickly,

kind of injury, I wouldn't even need to lay a finger on you. Just

dazed eyes

his face shifted-something like disappointment at first, but

into

gave a tired smile and withdrew his hand.

pressed