The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

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Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Quirin

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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.

perfect,’ Raif

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

that she’s put a picture beside her bed. Hot jealousy flows through me when I see her on her fourteenth birthday sandwiched between her brother and Henry. Is she harboring a

over the picture of her. Even then, her light shone brighter than everyone around her. She should have been mated to Henry. He’d have been a better mate to her than I can be I’m trying but I know I’m screwing some things up. With Henry, I have no doubt that it would have been effortless.

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,

pull Kennedy to me, wrapping my body around her. Jealousy isn’t an emotion

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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 of them has ever pushed

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.

put that picture out in the open as if she’s flaunting her feelings for him

I leave, I have to know. I have to know

wake up.”

she mumbles sleepily.

I need to ask you

so she’s on her back looking up

is that?” she asks, sniffing

you’d be sore today after all that running last night.

shifts around. “It worked great, Quirin. I’m not sore at all,” she says,

go back to the darkness that was my life before she came into it. I take

you have a picture of Henry on your nightstand?”

She frowns. “What?”

I say, pointing at it. “It’s of Henry. Why is

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 grip in my

I have a picture of Henry on my nightstand? He’s not my

picture, then at my mate, feeling like I can breathe again after not being able to all night. I sit down on the bed beside her.

a picture of just the two of us, one that can replace this one. Maybe we can get one taken this weekend? What do you say?” I ask her.

years, you’re finally willing to have a picture with just you and me in it?” she asks excitedly.