Page 3 of Kiss My Sass

Thor watched helplessly as those gorgeous eyes rolled back inside her head as she passed out in his arms. Shit. What was he supposed to do now?

“Fucking hell,” he growled, not for any other reason than because he wanted to protect her.

He didn’t understand why, but the feeling was damn near overwhelming. Thor stood, holding the woman in his arms. She moaned softly, and he moderated his pace to not jostle her any more than necessary.

The rest of the Pack was likely just getting to bed after all the excitement, but he needed them now. Pulling on his bonds, he called on Brock, the Pack Beta. By the time Thor got to the pack door, the male was there waiting with it open.

“Who is she?” Brock asked, carefully averting his gaze away from her naked body.

Good. Thor was feeling volatile as fuck, and though Brock technically outranked him, he was glad the man was already claimed and mated to a curvy little Lioness. The fact he had looked away was clearly him trying to assuage Thor’s stress.

Fuck. Don’t get attached. She is not mine.

Yes, she is,his Demon Wolf disagreed.

“Bro, you need to calm down,” Brock said, brows furrowed.

“What?”

“Stop growling before you wake the whole house.”

Damn. Was he actually growling? Thor shook his head and followed Brock to the tiny spare room they used for medical emergencies and placed the woman on the bed. No sooner had he done that than he grabbed a sheet and draped it over her naked form.

“Thor, man, who is she? We can’t just let some stranger in without asking Derrick and he’s finally asleep with the triplets and Lucy—”

“Mine,” Thor barked his answer, cutting off his Beta.

Oh fuck.

His Demon Wolf growled, smiling Wolfishly in his mind’s eye. His shocked eyes met Brock’s, and he realized the man was just as surprised as he was. Now that he said it aloud, he knew it was true.

“She’s a Raven Shifter. She fell from the sky, and I caught her,” Thor explained, running a hand over his face.

“What? Mates are just falling from the sky now?” Brock asked, scratching his head.

“She is not my mate,” he argued, more for himself than Brock.

Oh yes she is, Demon Wolf argued back.

“Well, whoever she is, her arm looks broken. We need to call someone—”

“Me. No one else sees her. No one else touches her. I can set it,” Thor replied, and somehow, he simply knew he could.

That was another thing about havingthe sight, Thor could sometimes glean information from the spirits. Right then, a healer ancestor was sending him instructions on how to feel for breaks and dislocation. Luckily, it was the latter.

Still, he knew it would hurt when he popped her shoulder back into place. Thor directed Brock on how to assist him. Though he hated the other male’s hands on her.

Grrrr.

Get the fuck over it,he told his Wolf.

Thor needed Brock’s help. Jealousy was not a good look on him, and he would have to figure out how to handle the tidal wave of emotions hitting him and knocking him off balance. Thor pushed all that from his mind. He needed her all healed up so he could decide what to do about all this.

And he did not just mean the part of him screaming at him to mark, claim, and keep the woman. He also meant the undeniably possessive alphahole side of him that wanted to find whoever did this to her and remove that shit stain from the face of the earth.

“Dude, easy,” Brock rumbled.

He realized he was still growling, even after the Beta had released her shoulders after Thor had re-set her arm. If the pain from that didn’t wake her up, she would have been hurt more than he realized.

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