The Pack's Doctor novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Trena.

Bradley.

I've been taking advantage of my rehabilitation to get to know Trena.

Maybe some days I make it seem like I'm weaker than I am, but I don't do that a lot. Trena has already been manipulated by Simon, lied to, mistreated, you name it. So I don't want her to ever think I'm that kind of man. But, if I'm struggling to breathe, maybe I didn't need to sit down for quite so long. I just wanted to so I could spend more time with my mate.

At first, she only let me touch her when she was helping me to walk.

She was great about making sure she didn't wrap her arms around my waist until we were away from the packhouse. I hate feeling weak and she seems to understand that I don't want others seeing me weak either. So she waits to assist me until we're away from the pack. That's also been a good excuse to separate ourselves so I can have some private time with her.

It was a couple of days after I left the hospital, when I'd been able to walk her to a place where we have a small pond on our pack lands. No one has really ever been able to enjoy this spot, since we've all been at war most of our lives. But I knew it was here and I wanted to show Trena. It's a quiet area where the sun comes through trees and if she ever needs space or to get away, this is a place she can go that's safe.

"It's really pretty," she'd said, looking out over the water.

"Yes, you are." I'd been looking at her, unable to take my eyes off of her.

She is beautiful. I have no doubt that this is why Simon chose her. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life with long, thick brown hair that gets wavy at the ends, and soft brown eyes that are still haunted by what Simon did to her.

She looked up and saw me looking at her and she'd blushed and stepped away from me. I let her go, never wanting to force her into any physical contact.

I'd chosen honesty, since I know that's the only path that will ever lead us to a relationship.

"T'm sorry. I'm practically desperate to kiss you. Your lips are pink and perfect, and I know you don't realize it, but when you're talking to me, you frequently lick them which makes me REALLY want to kiss you."

She'd looked out over the water. I could see her mind turning a mile a minute, her eyes looking all around as she thought through my words, and I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears at my comment. I had no idea if I'd completely offended her, scared her, impressed her, or anything else until she'd finally turned to me and smiled shyly.

"I've never been kissed."

I frowned at that. How is that possible? "You've never...but..." How do you ask someone who's been raped why they've never been kissed "Simon didn't kiss me. He did things to me, or he told me what to do to him, but he never kissed me."

My anger at Simon had flared, but right behind that had been a deep, powerful possessiveness. I want this woman's kisses, all of them, every last one, for the rest of my life.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked gently.

She had nodded and I'd had to hold back the urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her the way I've been wanting to since I first saw her, passionately and desperately. Instead, I stepped up to her, stroking my fingers over her cheek. "At any time, if it becomes too much, pull back. You don't have to kiss me if you don't like it or if it scares you."