Bronx’s POV Doctor Khe keeps her hand on the crook of my arm until we get to her car in the parking lot. “Whoa.” I stare at the customized Jeep Wrangler. The tan Jeep has a three-inch lift to accommodate the eighteen-inch wheels with large nobby tires. The windows have a limousine tint and there is a rack of lights across the top that could rival Times Square when they are lit up. A rack on top holds two spare gasoline tanks, as well as an equipment kit to get yourself unstuck from the sand. The winch on the front looks like they made it to pull wooly mammoths out of the ground. “She’s beautiful, right?” Doctor Khe sighs. The smile on her face makes her look even more gorgeous. I don’t even care what her car looks like. “Yeah, she is.” “In the back please, Alpha.” She pats my forearm without looking at me and steps away to let Klay give her a leg up into the driver’s seat. I look down at the spot where her hand was. Now that she’s not next to me, the feeling of desire for her d
“Here we are, Bronx. Welcome to our rehabilitation facility.” Doctor Khe says as we pull up to a sprawling ranch style building with smaller buildings surrounding it. “Your room will be in the main building. At least until we release your wolf. We’ll see if you need more seclusion to work things out with him when we get to that point.” “So you’ve helped werewolves who have blocked their wolves before?” I lower the dark sunglasses and look at her. “Are you going to explain how this all works?” “Yes, we have and yes, I will, all in due time.” She puts her arm across the back of the seat and turns toward me. “I won’t deny, there are aspects of your situation that are unique, but we will discuss those in our first session together. I’m confident that I can help you.” Finally, she’s ready to discuss business. I try not to let myself get distracted by her crystal blue eyes. “When do they start?” “Your therapy sessions?” “Yes, ma’am.” I try to remind myself she’s my doctor. Klay said th
“Now, we have a nurse practitioner who will do a physical examination after we check your bags. His office is down that hall. Your doctor already sent medical records and your current therapist sent notes from your sessions together. Very interesting stuff there, Bronx. Unfortunately, the last session was five months ago.” She stops and gives me a smile I can’t read, but it makes me uncomfortable that she already knows so much about me and I know nothing about her except that she is smoking hot and owns a rehabilitation ranch in the middle of a desert. “Yeah, I stopped going, but I’m glad to know my team is on top of their shit.” I look around, assessing my surroundings. Everything is so calm here. There’s no boisterous laughing, no omegas running to their next task. No wolves outside the windows growling while they play. Everything is just so… “It’s quiet here.” “Does that bother you?” She tilts her head and looks at me, her eyes full of curiosity. “The serenity? I know it’s not a
“Whoa there, ma’am. What the Hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t take my hair gel or dental floss.” I look between Klay and a counselor who is overseeing my luggage search. “I use those every day.” “Don’t worry, Mister Mason. There is a fresh package of dental floss in the bathroom of your suite and we can’t allow the hair gel because it contains alcohol. We have a personal care pantry where we can find you an alternative.” “Ma’am, I promise you, I’m not drinking my fucking hair gel.” I argue with her. “This is bullshit.” “We’ll give it back to you when your stay here is complete, Mister Mason.” She looks at me solemnly. “The rules are in place for everyone’s safety and there are no exceptions.” “Okay, fine, but my dental floss?!” I feel my eyes growing wide. Did they send me to rehab or prison? “Yes. Even your dental floss.” This woman is too calm, and it’s irritating me. I rub my hands over my face in frustration and lean back in the chair with my arms crossed, tapping m
“Bronx, you need to wake up. Right now. Open your eyes and look at me. I’m not asking. I’m commanding you.” A sharp voice penetrates through the mindlink, abruptly breaking the connection. The disruption causes a sharp pain in my head and a falling feeling, even though my feet are on solid ground. “It’s time to come back. You need to stay inside the compound.” I let my eyes flicker open and look around, feeling disoriented. I’m alone in the desert. Turn around, but I see nothing familiar. The night sky is clear, letting the moon and stars illuminate the landscape with an eerie blue glow. I sniff the air, but nothing smells familiar. How did I get here? I was drunk on a plane. Where was I going? There was a beautiful woman? Something about a weretiger? That can’t be right. A crackly voice? I remember a pink light, but I don’t remember where it was coming from. How do I get back? Where am I going? Home? I don’t know how I got here. How the fuck am I going to get home? Kas. I heard K
When we get back to the compound, Arrow pacing on the porch waiting for us. As the headlights shine on him, I see he is only wearing a pair of shorts, exposing a full back tattoo of a pair of large feathered wings. He jogs up to the Jeep and opens my door to help me out of the car. He keeps a tight grip on my elbow. “Feel better, Bronx?” I can feel a sense of relief coming from him. “You had us worried. Sy you had about two minutes before I was coming after you.” “Suea was with me.” She comes around and takes my other elbow, leading me toward the front door. “Can I call home, please?” I can’t shake the feeling that I need to find out if Kas’s voice was real. “I think maybe something is wrong there.” “Not at one-thirty in the morning, Bronx.” Arrow claps me on the shoulder and. “Your pack has people and procedures in place in case there’s an emergency. If there is something going on that requires your involvement, they know how to get a hold of us. Otherwise, we’ll contact them in
Kas takes my hand and leads me upstairs. She already shut the first door at the top of the stairs. There is a sign with a pair of wolves with noses touching. They look like Saint and Lex The banner below them says ‘Maya & Andres’ in painted in script letters. My heart beats happily, knowing they are here with us. The closed door mutes the pine and lavender scents, but it is there.I stop so I can open the door and get a peek at them. As I reach for the knob, Kas catches my hand. I look up at her to see her holding up a finger to her smiling lips, urging me to be quiet. I turn back to the door, but my hand falls because it’s already open, allowing me to tiptoe into the room. Kas keeps ahold of my hand. It’s almost as if it scares her to let go.I look into the crib. The twins are together, sleeping soundly. I want to touch them, but I don’t want to interrupt their nap either. I settle for leaning over and watching them hold hands, blissfully unaware of the world around them. Kas leans
“Mister Mason, it’s five a.m. Sir.” A man’s voice comes from the door. “May I come in?”I pull the blanket to cover Kas. She doesn’t like her scars being exposed to people she doesn’t know. She also hates waking up early. My hand comes up empty when I can’t find her in bed next to me. I take a deep breath, but her scent is gone. I crack one eye open and remember she’s not there. I don’t know what that visualization technique thing was, but it helped me have the best dreams I’ve had in months, if not ever. I groan and pull the sheet into my grip, wishing those dreams were real. “Yeah, come in.”A staff assistant opens the door and brings a tray with an omelet, a pile of bacon, and a cup of juice. There are also pomegranate arils in a small bowl. “We didn’t get an opportunity to find out your food preferences yesterday, so I brought breakfast for you. If you would prefer to eat after you workout, I can keep this warm for you, but Doctor Khe specifically requested you eat the pomegranate