Page 66 of Mated to the Wolves

“Glad I can help.”

He walks away. I’m softening toward the healer. He’s a sweet, caring soul, with a past that left him bruised and battered. I understand what that feels like.

I like the strong yet silent man who’s made it clear I’m more than a vagina and a means to getting in good with the Alpha.

I slather myself in fragrant lavender lotion and pull on a comfortable pair of sweatpants with a matching top. I’m tugging on socks when Kirk knocks.

“Come in.”

He walks toward me with a bottle of water and two small white pills. “Take two every five hours with a full glass of water. I told the others you had a headache.”

Scrambling up, I take the pills and throw them back with water. He hands me a small bottle.

“I’m not sure how long this will give you. But once your body starts resisting, you’ll have some tough choices to make.”

Knowing I have to pick one of them to mate with has my anxiety shooting through the roof.

“Can you give me a guesstimate?” I toy with the end of the oversized towel.

He shakes his head. “Everyone’s body is different, and I don’t know your medical history well enough. You’re accepting us, and until the bonds are created, you’re going to be like an omega caught in a heat cycle.”

“What signs should I be looking for?”

“Intense headaches, nausea, irrational arousal levels.”

“Got it.”

“I know this sucks, but it’ll be better if you do it on your terms. If you wait too long and the mating heat takes over, you’ll end up losing your say. Make a plan before it’s too late.”

“I will.”

“Give it ten minutes, and you’re good to come down.”

Before now I thought Fell would be my default first mating match. Now, he’s the one I trust the least. I might not know the other men, but they all appear to be exactly what they seem to be.

Taming my hair into two long pigtails, I wind them around my head in a crown and head downstairs. Freshly showered the men hold the clean scent that makes my mouth water. I admire them as I enter the room and take in their fit forms.

“How’s your head?” Cadoc asks gruffly.

“Much better. Thanks, Kirk.”

He nods.

“Did you see anyone?” Kirk asks.

“They were wily and fast. Besides I wanted to lead them away not confront them. I didn’t recognize their scents.”

“You think they were non-pack members?” I whisper.

“Maybe. If you were doing dirty, hiring someone would be a good way to keep your hands clean. They had to get on our land undetected which means powerful magic or inside help.”

“Or they were brought on the land for one thing and snuck out to do something else,” Bo suggests.

“Either way I want all of us to watch out for ourselves and each other.” Cadoc looks at me. “I don’t want you alone.”

“I’m not a child?—”

“No, but you have a target painted on your back, so we’re going to look out for you.”

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