Page 30 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I’d also rather not advertise the fact that I’m not used to this. I want her to know I can and will protect her.

“I don’t believe you,” she argues. “Where do you keep your medical supplies?”

“There’s a kit in the bathroom. Seriously, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry.”

“But I am worried,” she says, standing up and putting her hands on my shoulders. “You sit down, and don’t move until I get back.”

She puts pressure on my shoulders, so I sit down at the table and watch her head down the hall. While she’s gone, I remember that I’m buck-ass naked and grab a spare pair of trunks from the cupboard at the back door that’s stocked with towels, swimsuit, and pool toys.

When Alisa gets back, her face is drawn with worry. I’m touched that she cares so much, but I hate seeing her this upset.

“Okay, you just stay still,” she says, opening the kit. She gets a bit of gauze and soaks it with mild disinfectant before wiping blood off my wounds as gently as she can.

“You’re right—most of these are healing,” she says. “This gash on your shoulder is a little deep, but otherwise, they barely touched you.”

“Hmm,” I mutter, distracted by the feel of her warm fingers on my skin. Her touch is soothing and thrilling at the same time.

I’d love to relax and enjoy this, but I’m too anxious about those two wolves.

“Who were they, Jenks?” Alisa asks. “Were they from Decker?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, wondering how much I should tell her. I don’t want to scare her or upset her, but at the same time, she’s my wife. She deserves to know everything, and I could really use her support.

Last night, it was just a fleeting glimpse. It could have been anything. But today, they’re at my house, targeting my wife.

“Alisa,” I say, sighing, “I don’t really know what to do about this situation. I mean, I know I have to tell Bae, but I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Well, of course you have to tell Bae. This kind of attack is exactly what they’re watching out for, isn’t it?”

“It’s not just the attack,” I answer. “There’s more to it.”

“Well, by all means, tell me,” she says, sitting down next to me. She turns her chair so she can take my hand. “If you want to confide, I’m ready to listen.”

I look into her beautiful, crystal-like eyes, and I feel something deep in my chest.

I’ve never had anyone in my life I could really trust before.

“Okay,” I reply. “Last night, I saw one of those wolves. When I was out on patrol.”

“Do you know them?”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so. They definitely aren’t from our pack. I lived in Silverton for a bit and worked inthe main bar, but it doesn’t mean I know everyone there. Sure, it’s a small town, but plenty of people live out in the hills. Those wolves could be from there.”

“They’re our enemies,” she replies. “You have to tell the others.”

“I know. But here’s the thing. He didn’t attack me last night.”

Alisa frowns. “Why? Isn’t that the whole point of patrol, to check out if the enemy wolves are around? Surely, they came here to check our defenses. Maybe he just didn’t attack because he was alone.”

“Maybe,” I agree. “It’s not like I’m good with this kind of stuff. I probably should have reported it to Bae right away, but I wasn’t sure if it meant anything. Then after I got home, I… I, ah, got distracted.”

Alisa smiles and even laughs a little. We look into each other’s eyes, and a feeling of warmth grows between us. I smile back, and it seems like we are perfectly in sync.

When I reach up to stroke her cheek, she jumps a little in her seat. I take my hand back, a slight ache of disappointment in my chest.

She’s not ready yet, and that’s okay.

“Why were you outside so early?” I ask, changing the subject.

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