The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Harold's Secret.

Yara.

I have no idea how long I've been fixing broken bones, stitching up bleeding wounds, and generally putting the parts of these people back together. This pack truly was a mess, and I steel myself as I walk out of the last surgery room for the rest of what's to come. I can feel the fatigue trying to push its way in, but I can't allow that. Not yet. Not until this pack is at least back to a place where they can start to heal.

"Yara," Warren says, and just his voice soothes something deep inside me. He wraps his arms around me and I take a moment to just breath in his scent, drawing from the strength that I know he's pushing into m e .

When I step back, he lets me go. "Where's Savannah?" I ask him.

"She got everyone here stabilized so I sent her to get some sleep and get to know her mate," he says, smirking.

"So...no sleep then," I say.

"Probably not. Although, if he's a good mate, he'll recognize how exhausted she is and let her sleep."

"A good mate like you, you mean?" I say, smiling up at him. I know it's beyond frustrating for him that his mark isn't on my yet. I've actually started to get annoyed with it myself. I'm ready for this man to mine. I realize that in a very short time, he's shown me that he's exactly the kind of man that I want to bind myself to for the rest of my life.

"Well, not everyone is as perfect as I am, but..." he says, making me laugh, which I know was his plan.

"So, what..." I begin and stop. I lift my nose in the air, smelling infection.

"I thought you said Savannah stabilized everyone?" I say, frowning as I step forward.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Warren says, stepping back. I look at him, but he's not looking at me.

I turn, seeing Alpha Harold standing on the other side of the room. I begin sniffing and making my way toward him. I notice that all of my warriors take a step back, getting out of my way. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Alpha Harold and his frown deepens as I get closer.

"Why the hell hasn't your infection been cleaned out, Alpha?" I demand.

"Because my pack needed to be treated, Luna," he says, aggravation tainting his tone.

I turn making a point of looking around the room. At least half, maybe more of the warriors have been sent back to the packhouse. Savannah did a good job.

"Which members of your pack are still taking precedence over your treatment Alpha?" I ask, my own tone indicating my aggravation with him.

"They weren't released yet," he grumbles.

"They no longer smell like decaying flesh," I say, turning to one woman.

"Except you. You'll be staying here overnight."

"What? No, Luna!" she cries.

I turn and look at Alpha Harold.

He presses his lips together. "I told you that you will follow Luna Yara's orders in this hospital or you'll answer to her."

I frown, looking at Warren. 'Answer to me?' I ask him in the mind link.

Our warriors were very clear about how. insistent you are in getting them healthy,' he says and I can see his lips twitching. I roll my eyes and turn back.

"Fine, Luna. What do you want me to do?" the warrior asks.

"Sit tight. Since your Alpha is in agreement, then I'm sure he'll be listening to my orders as well, won't you Alpha?" I say, giving him a fake smile and not waiting for his response. "Follow me."

I hear Warren snort but no one gets in my way.

I'm wondering if there's a reason that Alpha Harold is hiding his wound. Maybe it's worse than others know, or it's gotten deeper than he wants others to realize, potentially making him look weak to the pack.

When I get to the room, I hold the door open for him, surprised when Warren comes up behind him.

"I'm not leaving you alone in a room with another Alpha, Yara. And since he is an Alpha, I'll give him the courtesy of being your guard instead of having Bradley in here," he says.

"It's your right hip, correct?" I ask Alpha Harold as I begin pulling out what I need to look over his wound and hopefully stitch it up.

"How did you know?" he asks, pulling off his shorts and getting on the table. I see him give Warren a look, like he's expecting to be attacked if I touch him.

"The way you were limping earlier," I reply before turning to Warren.

"Arric," I say, waiting for Warren's wolf to push forward.

"Yes, little mate," he purrs at me. I point my finger at him.

"I have to touch Alpha Harold to see what's wrong with him and to heal him. No snarling, no growling, no attacking. Do you hear me?"

"If I'm a good wolf, do I get rewarded later?" he purrs seductively.

"Shameless wolf," I murmur.

"A wolf who loves you," he says, and Annika begins purring at him.

"Save it, you two," I grumble, turning back to the table.