The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

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Chapter 126

Chapter 126

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I may have had a hidden reason for running Echo into the ground tonight. After trying to maintain control over myself with Kennedy walking out of our closet naked, then telling me she waned up for me last night, I’m not sure I have enough restraint to hold on if she did it again.

Thankfully, my plan worked and Raif was right. After an hour, she began to slow and after another thirty minutes, she was struggling to keep ahead of us.

‘We can practice that a few times a week. As an Alpha wolf, Echo will get stronger quickly,’ Raif says as we carry her into the back of the packhouse.

Kier comes striding up, looking at her. “Is our Luna okay?”

“Yeah, we wore her out working on her stamina,” I tell him.

“You know, there are better ways to work on her stamina,” he says, grinning at me.

I grunt and push past him.

I carry her upstairs and start a bath. I know she’s out, but she worked hard tonight and her muscles will be sore tomorrow. I turn the water on as hot as I think she can take it then put Epsom salts into the tub. Then I pull my shorts off and carefully pull my shirt over her head before turning off the water and sliding into the tub.

Her sweet citrus and mint scent blends into the menthol scent of the Epson salts. I lean back, laying her in front of me and letting her head fall back on my shoulder. I look down and see her beautiful body. That, combined with her sweet scent has me rock hard. Something I’m becoming very accustomed to. No amount of cold showers or jacking off seems to help. My body only wants my mate.

I bathe her, gritting my teeth as I rub the washcloth over her body. Then I close my eyes and lean back, letting the Epsom salt work on her muscles until the water gets cold. When it does, pull her back into my arms and stand. I dry her off, then pull one of my clean shirts over her head before putting her to bed. I take a moment to brush the hair out of her face.

Raif says

I’m glad he pack is taking their pups to see her, although, I’m still interested to know what today was all about,‘

jealousy flows through me when I see her on her fourteenth birthday sandwiched between her brother and Henry. Is she harboring a secret crush on him? He can’t have her. She’s mine. She’s wearing my

can be I’m trying but I know I’m screwing some things up. With Henry, I

whatever reason, the Moon Goddess decided that this bright light of a woman should be mine. I set the picture back on the nightstand. I hope the Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing, because if

Kennedy to me,

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slept with someone else. It didn’t matter. Even when they tried to flaunt it in front of me, tried to make me jealous, it didnt work. Those women were a release; an hour, a night, but nothing more. None of them had the light shining around them that my mate does. None of them could ever make me feel the things that Kennedy does. None

stare at the picture of Henry for hours before I’m finally able to fall asleep. But even in sleep, my dreams don’t let me rest. I watch Henry, holding Kenndy is his arms, telling her that he loves her. Kennedy, her stomach large with Henry’s pup smiling up at him. Kennedy laughing

finally wake up, I’m full of anxious energy, frustrated and angry that she’s put that picture out in the

know. I have to know if she’s really in love with him. I don’t know what I’ll do if she is,

wake

mumbles sleepily.

up. I need to ask you

shifts her body so she’s on

is that?” she asks, sniffing her

be sore today after all that running last

not sore at all,” she

darkness that was my life before she came into it.

do you have a picture of Henry on your

She frowns. “What?”

at it. “It’s of Henry. Why is

of you. It’s the only picture I have of you. I had to beg you to be in that picture. I wanted it to just be you and me, but I knew you’d never agree to that. And I was right, you never did, no matter how many birthdays I asked you to. But that one, I finally got you to get in a picture,” she says, looking at me. The vice

would I have a picture of Henry on my nightstand? He’s not my mate.”

then at my mate, feeling like I can breathe again after not being able to all night. I sit

should have a picture of just the two of us, one that can replace this one.

After all these years, you’re finally willing to have a picture with just you and me in it?”