Page 80 of Tying the Knot
“Okay, it might’ve been a trauma reaction. Did you move her?”
“Yes, I put her in her nest.”
“Good, that’s good. Try to cool her down, but don’t give her anything else. Her body needs to work through this on its own, but she needs her alphas near her. Get them home soon.”
“Okay, okay,” I mutter.
“Call me anytime if you’re worried or her condition deteriorates. I can get a private ambulance to her quicker.”
“Ambulance…” Fear drives through me, making my blood spike painfully.
“Dylan,” she says sharply. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, sorry, yes. I will, thank you.” I hang up and drop the phone on the bedside table, stroking Morgan’s forehead. “You’re a naughty kitten, aren’t you? Not telling us how bad this would be.”
She tries to smile, but it’s more like a grimace of extreme agony. “Sorry. I thought she was exaggerating.”
“You need to tell us regardless, Morgan,” I murmur. “We can’t help you if we don’t know.”
She nods, her breathing laboured. “Sorry.”
I lean over to kiss her and then stand up, pulling my phone out to ring Kaleb.
“Is she okay?” he asks instantly.
“You, Nik and Eli need to get home now. Her mating bond with Adam is breaking, and she’s in a bad way.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, panic in his tone. “Right, right.”
He hangs up, and I replace my phone, hoping they can extract themselves quickly but without jeopardising the case. This was epically lousy timing, but I have to wonder if it happened because we left her alone. Even though it was inevitable, maybe it wouldn’t have been as bad.
“I hope that fucker rots in hell.”
“Same,” she replies, even though I wasn't talking to her.
I try to calm down. My shaking hands are no good to her. Slipping inside the small shower room, I grab the sponge and run it under the cold tap, squeezing it out and returning to her to place it on her forehead. I squeeze again, letting the cold water drip down her face.
“Not nice,” she complains, turning away from me.
“I know, kitten. I need to cool you down.”
“My neck,” she sobs suddenly. “It’s on fire.”
I swiftly move the sponge over the angry, red mating bite and squeeze out the last of the cool water. She hisses, but it seems to relax her slightly.
“I’ll be right back.”
I run to the kitchen and drag the freezer door open, grabbing the ice tray and a tea towel. Kicking the freezer closed, I rush back to Morgan, pop some ice into the tea towel, and place it on her neck.
“There, kitten. Does that feel better?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
My heart swells for her as she takes an unsteady breath. She doesn’t deserve this pain and suffering. I can only hope that Adam is taking this hit far, far worse, but something tells me that this will be nothing to him because he didn’t care.
She falls asleep, and I will the alphas to hurry the fuck up, giving them two minutes before I start ringing them non-stop to get their arses home.
Luckily for them and Morgan, they burst into the house a few minutes later, crowding around her and bombarding me with questions. I try to answer them as best I can but end with a very definite, “You all need to curl up and stay with her. She needs you more than she needs anything else. I’ll go and get some more ice.”
