The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

Chapter 281

Hacker

I spent a very enjoyable evening with Wendy last night. We worked hard and she’s an amazing assistant. She never once complained, and she seemed to enjoy working with me as much enjoyed working with her.

I tested the waters a bit while we were working, just to see if she is open to something developing between us. Every chance I got, I’d touch her. It might have been a casual touch of my hand against hers, putting my hand on her back as I moved around her, or leaning closer to her when she was showing me something. But every time, every single time I touched her or got close to her, her heartbeat would increase, and

her breath would hitch.

By the time I called it quits for the night, her cheeks had a permanent pink hue, and her sweet scent of caramel apples was driving me insane.

Hijack called last night, wanting to get together this eekend to go over a project we’re working on together. Since I know he can find me anyway and probably already has, I told him that I was in Cyra’s and Striker’s pack working on their security system.

He’d been quiet for a beat. “Isn’t Sphinx in Striker’s pack this weekend?”

“Yes. She’s helping me assess the security, or lack of security as it turns out,” I say.

“I see. I’m surprised you didn’t ask for my help. It seems like a big project.”

“I have Sphinx, and her little sister Yana is a techy in the making. We should keep our eye on her.”

“Mmhmm. Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

I hung up knowing I wouldn’t call him even if I do need help. This opportunity to spend face–to–face time with Wendy alone is priceless.

I wanted to spar with Wendy this morning, but as expected, her father pulled her aside to spar with her. I’m not surprised. Her family is very protective of her. They’re very protective of each other. I respect that. If anything or anyone came after my family, I’d destroy them.

But while I respect his intentions, I think his methods are keeping his daughter from making progress. They’re afraid of hurting her, so they don’t push her. I’m not afraid of hurting her. She’s stronger than she realizes and that’s where she needs to push past her own fear. She needs to regain the confidence she lost in herself when she nearly died.

Over breakfast, I tell Wendy and Yana about my plans for the day. “I need to see the pack lands, all of them so we can decide where to lay cable. We need to connect the two packs‘ security systems and that’s the way to do it.”

Just before we finish eating, Alpha Warren growls out loud. Everyone goes quiet and we wait until his eyes refocus.

“Dad?” Wendy asks.

“Cyra’s uncle and cousin are here.”

to what happened, I just know the conversation between them yesterday

Cyra and Striker

sending them away?”

Cyra wants to meet with them and see what they

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and make sure everything is okay?” I ask

sister–in–law,” Yana says.

says. I can feel her body vibrating with excitement that it will just be the two of us again. I’d already planned to make that happen. The training field is in between the packs and it’s a perfect place for me to get

to the two of you

intimidating the asshat,” I

do a tour of the packhouse

interested in spending time with Wendy, but this is a job, and I take that seriously. I have a reputation to maintain and my

work.

packhouse, I see SUVS driving up

guess Striker and Cyra are allowing them onto their pack

on what

lay the cable as we walk. But

it aside.

time for

name when we’re like this. She’s careful about using my codename in front of others, but alone, she uses

really, Wendy, we have

outside of her family, I know how much

stance. “Show me what

strong I am, but she doesn’t have to worry. I may be a tech guy, but the Academy still trains us to be in the field so that on the occasion we do have to go out, we can defend ourselves and don’t become a

when she really starts coming at me, I start pushing back. This is where she freezes on

once, spinning around, ready for her to stop. She impresses me by coming right back for me. This time, I tag her a little

“I can’t,” she says.

can,” I tell

the memories coming

you don’t fight

“I can’t,” she whispers.

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