Page 118 of Unforgivable

Lyri

I pull up to the clinic's doors, not bothering to even look at the parking lot nearby. Franco wrenches the passenger side door open. Dizziness steals my breath. When I see two burly males carry Ezra inside, I know he'll be OK. My she-wolf collapses in my head. She's too exhausted to stay conscious, and I know I'm not far behind her. I need to leave, pronto.

Franco comes to my side of the truck. I blink. The dots swimming in my vision is a bad sign, but I have to leave before I'm caught.

"Fucking hell!" Franco catches me as I start to slide. "Lyri, hang on, little thing."

I feel myself being pulled from the truck, and adrenaline surges back. "No, no, no!" I don't know these hands. Screaming incoherently, I push at the male holding me. My wolf snarls and snaps, growling furiously but just as blind as me.

"Careful, Lyri. Lyri, it's me, Franco. I won't hurt you, shit! Motherfucker, what the hell happened?!"

Black takes over my vision. I can't see anything, but I can hear Franco cursing. I can feel more hands pulling on me. I hate their hands touching me. Only my males can touch me.

"No, stop," I protest, my voice sounding distant.

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"She's nullavenia, Roberta."

"I took an oath to help anyone and everyone. I don't give a rat's ass about unforgivable. Besides, Alpha Jaz lifted that, I heard. Lay her down, right here. Goddess, what happened to this poor thing?"

I feel new hands probing at my legs. It hurts.

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"Was she assaulted?" The hushed voice asks. I feel my body jerk.

"I won't know until I can examine her fully. These punctures on her legs are the most immediate concern. They need to be cleaned and stitched. Hold her!"

I thrash, feeling so weak, as more hands touch me. My hips are hurting. Whimpers and snarls float to my ears. Goddess, what is happening. A burning sensation on my thighs makes me scream. The sharp scent of chemicals fills my senses. Then it fades away to nothing.

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I'm swimming in pain and fear. My vision is back but hazy. "Is her male awake?" I hear a female's grim voice.

"Barely."

"Let's put them together. Maybe his presence will soothe her."

Everything is dark. Scorching fire rips down my thighs. I grit my teeth against screaming, but a groan slips out.

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"Lyri, my love."

I immediately feel soothed. My eyes blink, were they closed? Green eyes. Sunshine. I sigh, relaxing. My male will protect me.

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I can feel the anger before I hear it. Rhet. My strong, silent alpha-male is pissed off. I hope it's not at me. He did tell me to stay at Genom. Then he told me to go to my parent's house. I don't think I'm at my parent's house, so...

I blink. White and purple. I can hear more and more. Beeping, a whooshing noise. Unrecognizable. Rhet's familiar voice, but with an unfamiliar tone.

"It's your fucking pack, Jax. Control those males, or I will make absolutely certain that every single fucker who even thinks about my female disappears into a shallow grave in the forest."

Idiot! He can't threaten Alpha Jax. I'm hallucinating clearly. Rhet doesn't lose his temper. He gets angry, but he doesn't lose control. He certainly isn't going to risk his brothers for me. That's not our deal. Our agreement is sex for protection at the ranch. Rhet never promised to fight off the pack for me.

I try to say his name but fail to do more than mumble incoherently. My mind is clearing, but my tongue is not obeying my very simple commands. I must have been given some heavy-duty drugs. The thought isn't comforting. All I want is to make sure that Ezra is OK and get the hell out of here, back to safety.

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