Semua Bab Please Keep Your Alpha On A Leash: Bab 1 - Bab 10

MaraI woke up with my face stuck to a throw pillow and the distinct feeling that I had died sometime around sunrise. Unfortunately, I had not. My neck hurt. My mouth tasted like stale coffee and bad decisions. And somewhere down the hallway, one of the monitors was beeping just loudly enough to make anxiety sit straight up inside my chest and go, Oh, good. We're doing this again.I groaned and pushed myself upright. The break-room clock read 7:14 A.M. I'd slept for less than two hours. Fantastic. Basically a full night's rest if you lowered your standards enough.I dragged myself toward the sink, filled a paper cup with water, drank half of it, then stared at the coffeemaker. "Don't fail me now." It made a sad gurgling noise. Mood.By the time I stepped into the treatment hallway, I had coffee in one hand and my remaining dignity somewhere behind me. Tessa was sitting at reception with her head down on the desk. I nudged her shoulder."Alive?"A muffled sound came from beneath her

MaraAt this point, if someone told me he was also the mayor, I probably wouldn't even blink.The sandy-haired man standing nearest him looked between us. Then his gaze dropped to Kieran's sweatshirt. His lips twitched.Kieran noticed. "Don't.""I didn't say anything.""You were going to.""Absolutely."Kieran's eyes narrowed. The man grinned.Oh. I liked this one already.He held out a hand toward me. "Cassian."I stared at it. Then him. Then Kieran. "Are you all wolves?"Cassian's grin widened. "Yes."I slowly looked toward Tessa. She looked delighted."No." I pointed at her. "Whatever you're thinking, no.""I didn't say anything.""You're vibrating again."Cassian laughed. The other two men did not. One stood slightly behind him, dark-haired and built like he spent his free time bench-pressing refrigerators. His expression had remained carved from stone since he walked through the door. The third was quieter. Lean compared to the others, though that was like calling one grizzly bea

KieranLeaving the veterinary clinic should have been easy. I had been shot. Nearly bled to death. Woken up naked in a kennel. Been threatened with a mop. And spent the morning wearing a sweatshirt covered in golden retrievers wearing fucking party hats. Going home should have been the easiest decision I made all day.Instead, every step away from Mara felt wrong. Not painful. Wrong. My wolf paced beneath my skin, agitated enough that I could feel him pushing against the edges of my control.Go back.I ignored him. The clinic doors closed behind us.Mate.My jaw tightened. Cassian glanced at me. "You all right?""Fine."He snorted. I kept walking.The parking lot smelled like wet asphalt, pine, gasoline, and the faint metallic trace of blood that still clung to my clothes. But underneath all of it, Mara. Her scent remained on me. On the sweatshirt. On my skin. On the bandage covering my shoulder.Fuck.Mate."I heard you the first time," I muttered.Cassian looked over. "What?""Noth

MaraKieran had been gone for exactly four minutes when Tessa said the words that ruined what little peace I had left."We called wildlife."I stopped wiping down the treatment table. Slowly, I looked at her. "No.""And animal control.""No.""They said someone was coming.""Tessa.""You told me to call them!""I KNOW."I dropped the towel onto the counter. At the time, calling wildlife about a gunshot wolf had been responsible medicine. At the time, my patient had also possessed four legs and a tail. Things had changed. Significantly."What the fuck do we tell them?" Tessa asked.I stared at her. "I don't know.""The wolf escaped?""From a locked reinforced kennel?""Maybe he's talented.""He turned into a man, Tessa. Obviously he's fucking talented."She bit her lip. I started pacing. Wildlife enforcement couldn't come here looking for an injured wolf. There was blood. Records. X-rays. And absolutely no wolf. More importantly, there were three additional werewolves who had just walk

MaraBy ten thirty in the morning, I had already been peed on twice. Not metaphorically. Actually peed on.The first offender was a Chihuahua named Princess who apparently believed bladder control was optional when confronted with a thermometer. The second was a ninety pound Labrador named Moose, who at least had the decency to look guilty afterward."Sir," I muttered, wiping the front of my scrub pants with a paper towel. "I am trying to help you."Moose's tail thumped against the exam table. His owner, Mrs. Brennan, covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry.""It's okay."Moose attempted to lick my chin. I leaned away. "No. You don't get to urinate on me and then demand affection. There are boundaries."His tail thumped harder. Apparently there were not.I tossed the towel into the trash and crouched beside him. Moose was eight years old, usually healthy, and according to Mrs. Brennan, capable of eating anything that wasn't nailed down. Over the last three weeks, though, something had change