Page 52 of His Impossible Elf Mate
I nearly dropped the phone. “What?”
“Yeah. Teárlach came rushing in to tell us, to make sure Tate, Asher and Xavier knew not to expect them home. Then he went to Ívarr and Aldrin with it. This is huge!”
“Massive! I didn’t know healing like that could make a heat happen.”
“Makes sense when you think about it. An omega, male or female, is recovering after birth, getting everything going back to where it was and stuff.”
Snorting a laugh, I cut him off. “Yeah, I get it. The healing put Hiroshi to his pre-pregnancy state.”
“Ívarr thinks it’s likely it went further than that. Hiroshi had been through some trauma, remember? All the potions he took.”
“Right, from the shit with Jared.”
“And he’d been run down from the stress of looking for his fated and all the work he’d done when they had betas sick over in the Northarbor Pride.”
“He really thinks the magic undid all that damage?”
“Well, he won’t know until—“
“He does a million tests. Right. So where does this leave T? It’s like he’s not even here, Blake. I’m worried.”
“Listen, he’s done a lot of magic. If there’s no sign of him waking by the afternoon, then we’ll get Aldrin to look at him. Ívarr will likely be there in the morning wanting to continue his questioning.”
“Continue? What do you mean?”
“Ívarr kept T at the clinic for hours after he found out. Aw, fuck, you were at the factory, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, we got nothing from that. The magic is holding. All the patrols are working, though we are likely down tonight with Tate at home.”
“Tate went in. Xavier’s got them in hand. Larken and Micah are there if he needs them.”
“Cool. Well, I’m going to get some rest and hope T is up and about in the morning.”
“Okay, keep me posted, alright?”
“I will.”
“Axel?”
“Yeah?”
“He’ll be fine. He’s got you to come back for.”
Knocking woke me. The sun was streaming through the open window. T never closed it or the curtains because he loved the breeze and light to fill the room and I always had him to curl up under the covers with, so I never got cold.
While the nights in Sweetwater could be chilly, we were heading for a scorching day. My t-shirt and boxers clung to my sweaty skin. T looked unchanged. He wasn’t even reacting to the temperature. His skin was cool to the touch. Honestly, it terrified me. He felt like he had one foot in the grave. Was I going to lose him?
Whoever it was knocked again, clearly impatient with me.
“Coming!” I yelled as I headed for the door. I opened it to Ívarr and Teagan. Behind them and closing in fast, was the familiar form of my twin’s alter. He practically bowled the elves over in his haste to get into the house.
Chase shifted and stood, uncaring of his nudity, in the middle of the living room. “Dude, I just got told! Why didn’t you call me?” He came to my side and wrapped his arms around me.
“There was nothing to do last night but see if some sleep would do the trick,” I explained into his hair. Just having my twin beside me made me feel better.
“Okay, but I’m here now. Gonna get some clothes and make you some coffee.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed for the bedroom. I heard his exhaled, “fuck,” as he caught sight of T. “Don’t you break his heart, elf, or I’m coming to hell to find you.”
The words almost made me chuckle.
