The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

Chapter 8

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Warren

Frome awake with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg flooding my nose. My mind is struggling to remember where I and what happened and then, all of a sudden, it comes flooding back. I met her, my mate. Yara.

I jolt, ready to sit up quickly, to make sure she’s still here, but Arric holds me steady.

“Easy, Warren: You’ll wake her up, he says, practically purring in my mind.

am

I open my eyes and see her with her head on the edge of my bed. fast asleep. Whether it is Arric or just my instincts, my hand is in her hair, gently rubbing her head while she sleeps.

She’s sitting in a chair, leaned over the bed, and she looks terrible uncomfortable. I look down at my leg and realize that she must have finished putting my bones together while I was asleep, having also sewn my leg closed and wrapped it in bandages.

“Thanks, Arric. You’re the best, I tell my wolf and it’s true. I’d be dead, hundreds of times over, if it wasn’t for the strength of my wolf

“You can thank her this time. Being with my mate is making me stronger. The sooner she allows us to mark her, the better. for both of us. We still have at least three, maybe four Alphas trying to kill us, he

It’s true.

says.

Brady is only one of several. I also have Quinton and Thomas fighting against me nearly once a week and then there’s Simon. Alpha Solomon wasn’t the kind of man to fight a war just because he enjoyed fighting and I had never given him a reason to fight. However, his son is a completely different story. Simon’s an idiot who has more brawns than brain. He likes to fight and he enjoys the kill. We’ll have to be more careful now when we run through the general areas between the pack lands. Simon is one who will set booby traps, just so he can watch someone die a slow death. He’s worse than Brady.

I look down at my mate. At least I have her now. The likelihood of my pack surviving, even in these war–ridden times, just increased. It’s another reason I can’t let her go. She’s too valuable as a doctor, but as my mate, she’s irreplaceable.

Alpha, you’re awake. How are you feeling? my Beta says in the mind link, sounding exhausted.

‘Charlie, when’s the last time you slept?” I ask him.

“Awhile, he says.

get some rest. I’m

you, Alpha, but there’s something we need

“What’s that?”

you. Is our Luna still asleep?” he asks. So, he knew she was

able to get the

with you, when she gave an order, even if it was twenty–four hours down, I told the warriors they had

my mate. She seems to have an inherent ability to know what is needed, what will strengthen the pack. Or al least, that’s what it seems like to me. Maybe

agree with her

seeing more than I am right now. She was able to tell that Carson was too exhausted and was

Chapter 8

recovery time for twenty–four I didn’t even realize he hadn’t slept in days. It was

mate, smiling proudly. Yes,

onders stand, I tell him.

I can hear how exhausted he is,

in. Yara is still asleep. Do you know when she

She did an assessment of them, put some on recovery time,

that same

with me, I

his

time I smiled, Alpha, or laughed. She’s funny, and witty, and even the warriors were giving her looks like they couldn’t

know that she’s mine,

a Luna…damn, Alpha, she’s exactly what this pack has been needing, in more

Dnc.

more, I tell him, just as I feel him outside the door. ‘Quietly,’ I

He

type when it comes to women. But I have no intention of sharing my mate with anyone and if he ever tried to take her from me, I’d kill him. It doesn’t matter how much I

a pull to her. He can love her, adore her, appreciate her as his Luna, once my mark is on

before laying the trackers on the bed beside me. I carefully pull my fingers from her hair and begin looking over

find these?‘ I ask, still talking in the mind link so we don’t wake

‘On her car.”

looking up at