The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Franklin.

Yara.

I wasn't joking when I called our bedroom a greenhouse. When I opened the door, I could barely take a step inside. There are flowers EVERYWHERE! Vases of flowers, potted flowering plants, on every surface, covering the floor, every damn where!

Warren, not surprisingly, was smug about it. But then he had to tell me he loved me and kiss me in a way that has my entire body responding to him. I completely forgot that we were right in the middle of the pack dining hall, right in the middle of dinnertime until he pulled back, that smug look still on his face.

"Did you want me to get some warriors to help you move them out?" he asks.

Then I look around and realize that the entire pack was watching us.

My skin heats to an uncomfortable temperature and Warren leans in, running his nose over my blush and kissing my cheek softly.

"Yes," I grumble.

"What exactly are you saying yes to," he murmurs as he moves to kiss my neck.

"Not that! Not here! Not now!" I say, jumping back.

His eyes are dark and he doesn't seem to care that his entire pack is watching our interaction and that he's being extremely seductive with me. His warm eyes twinkle as he smiles a very sexy smile at me.

"Later then," he says, his voice still soft. My mouth is dry so I can only nod at him which makes that damn sexy smile get even bigger.

He steps up to me, kissing my forehead. "Come on, let's go make some space in our bedroom."

He wraps an arm around me, leading me out of the dining hall and gesturing for others to join us. Charlie falls into step behind us as do several others.

"T've never known a woman to complain about getting flowers, Luna,"

he says.

"Have you known many women that have gotten flowers, Beta?" I ask him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was part of this.

"No, but I'm taking notes so I know what to do and not to do with Noelle," he says.

When we get to our room, Charlie changes his tune. He whistles low as do several of the other warriors. "That might have been a little excessive, Alpha," he says, stepping in and looking around.

"Nothing is ever too much for my mate. I'm just glad they were able to finally get delivered," Warren says proudly.

I start directing them, telling them which ones I want taken downstairs.

It takes about 30 minutes with a steady flow of warriors that increases as the others go downstairs and probably tell them that they need help.

Eventually, I'm left with four vases of flowers which still seems excessive, but it's a lot better than it was before. Two of them are vases of wildflowers which reminds me of the first group of flowers that Warren got me.

"Go get showered. I'll call Alpha Harold and let him know we're on our way."

When I get back downstairs, I can see that the plants have been set around the inside and outside of the packhouse.

"Ready?" Warren says, looking around at the warriors assembling to go with us, back in work mode. I take a moment, walking up to him, watching him jolt when he realizes that my entire focus is on him.

"What?" he asks softly.

"You did good, Alpha," I say, and he stops, looking around as if he's just now paying attention to the plants all over the packhouse.

"It is nice, isn't it?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head as we take a moment to enjoy the difference that the plants make in our packhouse. The whole packhouse feels warmer, more inviting.

"It is nice," I agree before taking a deep breath and stepping back.

"Okay, let's go fix Alpha Harold and his pack," I say.

He takes my hand and leads me to a van, letting me get in before him before stepping in to sit beside me. I notice that he's by the door, ready to be the first in the fight if necessary.

"Alpha Harold said they weren't currently under attack and I hope it stays that way. But if not, we need to be prepared to fight," he tells the w a r r i o r s in t h e van.

We're bringing two vans, partly because Warren wanted to bring extra warriors, just in case there's a fight, but also because we don't know what medical supplies Alpha Harold's pack will have. Without a doctor, they're probably just getting by with the basics and if they're suffering from some of the injuries from Alpha Brady's booby traps, then they'll need more than bandages and stitches, so we're bringing a bunch of medical supplies with us too.

As we pull up to the gates at the border, Warren calls Alpha Harold.

"Alpha Harold, we've just arrived at your gates," he says. I can feel the tension in the van as Warren and the warriors prepare for a battle, in case this is a trap.

The guard waves us through but the tension in the air only intensifies as the warriors roll down the windows and everyone's noses go up in the air.

"Oh, they're a mess," I murmur, closing my eyes and smelling infection from every direction.

"Why do you say that?" Warren asks me.

"What?" I ask, then realize I've spoken out loud again. "I can smell the infection, it's everywhere."

That seems to make Warren relax and when we pull up to the packhouse, Warren jumps out, greeting Alpha Harold.

"I've got most of my warriors at the pack hospital. Did you want to start there?" he asks. I start to step out of the van, smelling infection on the Alpha now too, but another man comes rushing out of the packhouse, his nose in the air.