Page 6 of Rejected Broken Mate

"From right to left, it's Lucas, Kayden, Thomas, and Weslie."

"Didn't know we were getting anyone new," Weslie said.

Laura smiled. "Ayden said you guys needed an extra set of hands around here."

"That sounds about right," Lucas snorted, looking back at the TV.

"I'll show you our office, though it's not cleaned out yet."

We headed past Owen and Ayden's offices to the room in the back. When I opened the door, my mouth dropped.

He wanted me to clean out a couple of things. Jesus Christ! The man could have warned me it was used as a fucking storage room that filled over half the room with boxes.

"Uhmmm." Laura looked around. "There is…a lot of stuff in here."

I bet that smug asshole knew what was in here and purposely left it here for me to clean up.

"Yeah, sorry…" I said, moving a few boxes. "I'll get these moved out. There should be a desk in here."

The room, minus the shit we had piled in here, was a decent sized. It used to be another office, but no one ever used it. Ayden and Owen were really the only ones who used the space, and I had no idea we had this much stuff in here.

"There is a desk in here, and once everything is moved, you'll have plenty of space."

"I like the window," she said, pointing.

I grabbed a couple of boxes, letting her step further inside. "I'll let you get comfortable. Ayden should be back soon, and I'm sure he will have paperwork for you to fill out."

"Thanks," she said, giving me a soft smile that made my heart skip a beat. I could hear my wolf growl, missing her. And after all these years, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't as well.

"I'm glad you're here," I tell her, unsure if I'm smiling normally or not. “I'm glad to see you're doing well."

She blushed, rubbing her hands together. "You as well…"

Chapter 3 - Laura

I jerked awake, hearing Michael crying upstairs. I stumbled out of bed, slamming into a box on the ground and stubbing my toe.

"Son of a…" I bite my cheek to stop myself from crying. I shoved the box, moving down the hallway and hurrying towards the upstairs door.

I could hear him crying even louder as I got up the stairs, spotting him in a fetal position in his bed.

"Mom," he cried even harder as I moved closer, reaching out my hand.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked, unsure of what was going on.

"I feel hot…and everything hurts."

I placed a hand on his forehead, feeling he was extremely warm. I pulled my hand back and quickly rubbed my eyes. I tried to think if I had even unboxed our medical stuff.

"Let me grab the thermometer," I said, turning and hurrying down the stairs. I tripped as I took the corner, slamming into the fridge. I cursed under my breath, shaking my head. I was still adjusting to the layout of the house and was frantic. I needed to pull myself together.

I turned, opened the cabinet, and found I had unboxed everything. I grabbed the thermometer and hurried back upstairs.

I popped it under his tongue, wiping his hair back. He was sweating, and my eyes widened as I pulled the thermometer out. His temp was 103.

"Jesus," I whispered, looking back at him.

"Mom, it hurts."

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