All Chapters of Please Keep Your Alpha On A Leash: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MaraAt eleven seventeen the next morning, three strangers walked into my clinic.I knew immediately. Not because they were growling, and not because anyone announced themselves. All three of them moved like Kieran's people did. Too quiet. Too aware. Too controlled.The woman in front looked to be in her late forties, with dark hair braided tightly down her back. Behind her stood a younger man with one arm held slightly away from his body and another woman carrying a leather medical bag.Tessa looked at me. I looked at Tessa. Her eyebrows rose.Werewolves. Great.The older woman stepped forward. “You're Mara Bennett?”“That depends.”Her expression tightened. “On?”“Whether you're here to kill me or ask why your shoulder still hurts even though it healed six months ago.”The younger man froze. I pointed at him.“That one.”His brows shot up. The older woman slowly looked at his shoulder, then back at me. Interesting.“I'm Lenora Hayes.” She held out her hand. “Healer for Alder Creek.”

MaraHe lifted the gun, this time directly at me, and I froze completely."Mara," Tessa whispered.I didn't look away from him. "Those animals have nothing to do with this.""Then call Vale.""I told you, I don't know where he is.""You know how to get him here.""No."The first man grabbed a metal tray from the counter and hurled it against the wall. The crash made every animal in the back lose its mind completely, dogs barking, a cat screaming, something slamming against a kennel door. My chest tightened painfully. "Stop fucking doing that!"The gunman stepped closer. "Call him.""No."Behind me, Tessa moved, tiny, barely anything, toward the desk. Toward the phone. The first man saw her. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm.Tessa screamed.Everything inside me stopped. "Let her go."He dragged her toward him, and she stumbled. "Mara.""Let her go!"My voice changed. I heard it. So did they. The joking disappeared entirely. The panic disappeared. There was only one thing l

MaraThere were wolves everywhere. Not metaphorically. Not three wolves hiding politely behind trees. Everywhere. The parking lot. The road. Beside the building. Between parked cars. Huge bodies moved beneath the streetlights until the entire clinic looked surrounded by living shadows.And in the middle of them stood Kieran. Black fur. Gold eyes. Absolutely fucking enormous. I had seen him as a wolf before. I had operated on him as a wolf. None of that prepared me for this.Because this wasn't injured Kieran. This wasn't exhausted Kieran. This wasn't the wolf that had woken naked in Kennel Seven. This was an Alpha whose mate had been threatened, and he looked fucking terrifying."No!"The word ripped out of me. The man behind me tightened his arm. The gun dug harder into my temple."Kieran, go!"As if he would. Of course he fucking wouldn't. Stupid man. Stupid wolf. Stupid mate bond. Stupid me.Kieran took one step forward."Come any closer and she dies!"He stopped. Every wolf stoppe

MaraAt one thirteen in the morning, I was standing in the middle of my destroyed clinic holding a traumatized Chihuahua while Kieran attempted to reattach a cabinet door.It was going badly."Stop."He looked over his shoulder. "I can fix it.""The hinge is broken.""I can replace the hinge.""With what?"He looked at the cabinet, then at me. "I can acquire a hinge.""Tomorrow."His jaw tightened."Kieran.""I don't like leaving it like this."I looked around. Neither did I. The reception monitor was shattered. Two shelves had been ripped from the wall. Glass covered half the front room. One exam room door hung crooked from its frame. Some fool had stepped on an entire box of syringes, and there was blood on the floor. Not mine. Still didn't make me feel better.The Chihuahua growled at Kieran. He slowly looked down. I looked at the dog."Don't start."The Chihuahua growled harder.Kieran stared at him. "He weighs six pounds.""Six point eight.""He's threatening me.""He's had a dif

MaraKieran came back with coffee.The good kind.That probably saved his life.I was sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the reception counter because the chair had lost one wheel, and apparently nearly being murdered did not exempt me from insurance paperwork.The clinic still looked like a disaster. Less dangerous, though. Someone had boarded the front window. Someone else had swept the broken glass. Rhett had disappeared with three damaged cabinets and returned an hour later with tools, lumber, and an expression that suggested violence would have been easier.Tessa was upstairs sleeping. Finally. I had tried. Failed. Then given up and started sorting damaged medication inventory, the tedium of it a small mercy after the night we'd had.The front door opened. Kieran stepped through carrying two coffees and a paper bag.I looked at him. Then the bag."Food?""Yes.""What kind?""You've had coffee and half a granola bar since last night.""That wasn't my question.""Breakfast sa