Page 8 of The Brooding Alpha's Mate
Chapter Five
Colson
“Sir, can you tell us your name?” The ringing in my ears meant I could barely make out what the paramedic was saying. Maybe he was a firefighter? With all the lights and my blurry vision, I couldn’t really tell.
“My name?” I asked. My voice sounded like I was speaking from another part of the globe.
“Yes. What’s your name?”
“Oh. Colson. My name is Colson.”
Someone stood behind the person trying to help me, but where he stood meant he was shrouded in shadow.
I closed my eyes and tried to get my head on straight. What even happened. One minute, Dean was grabbing me, screaming in my face about trying to get away from him. Trying to run from him, which I was.
In his rage, he knocked over something. I didn’t even know what it was. I heard the trickling of a liquid. The smells hit my wolf and he warned me to get away, by any means possible.Get away. Poison. Danger.
He may have even shifted, or I was hallucinating. I didn’t even know. But in any case, he wasn’t here and that was something.
“Colson, we’re going to cut your shirt off to see all your injuries, okay?”
I nodded and glanced over at Dean. He squinted at me and put his finger over his lips. Yeah, he wanted me to say nothing about being a slave and held in captivity by him and his pride.
“That’s fine. Thank you.”
They cut my polo off. Dean winced like it was something expensive. More expensive than my injuries or my life. As Ilooked over at my shoulder, more of the memories of what just happened came flooding back.
Dean digging his claws into my shoulder.
The ear-splitting growl. Roar? Some animal noise.
While the man assessed me, I leaned to the side, looking again to the man who stood right behind him. Hands on his hips. His brow furrowed.
Someone got me out of there.
I remembered hands on my waist. Not Dean’s. Hands that were strong and yet gentle.
It was him. The one standing behind the paramedic.
He’d saved me.
I was sure of it. But now, looking at him, I couldn’t even scent him anymore. The amber and oak were long gone and replaced by noxious chemicals, so strong they burned my eyes even now.
Was this him?
Had my alpha rushed in to rescue me from Dean or from the chemicals.
Didn’t matter. Either way, I was grateful.
But I hoped it was him.
“Who is that?” I asked the paramedic who applied something that stung my wounds and added to my lightheadedness.
“He dragged you out of there. You and the other one.”
“Shame,” I murmured, assuming he met Dean.
“What?” he asked.
