beat up pretty good. You
could have some serious life threatening injuries.” I look around
and notice the damage. Holy shit. I’m practically sitting in the
passenger seat while still sitting in the driver’s seat. The seat
has literally been pushed over. No wonder I feel like I got beat
like a fucking rag doll.
I wave my hand at the man
and say, “Move, I’m coming out.”
He shakes his head. “I
wouldn’t recommend moving. You’re covered in blood kid. You could
be seriously injured.”
I growl at him. “I’m 3500
years old, my name isn’t kid it’s Liam. I just missed dinner with
my mate because of this so, step the fuck back before I really get
pissed off.” His eyes widen in shock and he moves aside. “Thank
you.” I crawl out the window slowly because it hurts like a
motherfucker but once I get on the ground I feel a little better. I
reach inside and grab my duffel bag then sit on the ground beside
my SUV to wait for the pack doctor this guy called.
A few of the officers walk
over and crouch in front of me to check me out. One looks me over
and says “How are you feeling sir?”
I sigh. “Like I just got
run over by a Mack Truck. A little tired, but I’ll be
fine.”
He nods and says, “The
pack doctor should be here shortly. Is there anyone else we should
call for you?”
I close my eyes and shake
my head. “I think I’m just going to sleep for a few
minutes.”
The other officer taps my
cheek and says, “Hey, buddy. You can’t go to sleep. Stay awake
okay?”
There’s some loud
commotion and the officer says “Just hang in there, the doc and
Alpha are here now. Don’t go to sleep!”
Someone says, “Step aside
you two! Let me get to the patient!” He opens my eyes and shines a
light into them. “Who moved him?”
One officer says, “No one,
he climbed out of the car himself.” Then a voice I’ve heard before
says, “Oh, Jesus Christ!”
The doctor says, “What’s
wrong Alpha? Squeamish?”
Joseph says, “No, I’m not
fucking squeamish you dope! That’s my son’s fated mate!! Oh god, I
have to call Declan.”
The doctor says to
someone, “Has he said anything?”
An officer says, “Just
that he wants to go to sleep. We tried to keep him awake until you
got here.”
I sigh. “If you all would
shut up and stop poking at me I’d have gone to sleep a long time
ago.”
The doctor says, “Usually,
when people go to sleep after a major accident they don’t wake
up…ever.”
I laugh…well try to, it
turns into a cough. “I’ll be fine. I’m immortal. Nearly
invulnerable. Whatever. Can’t die. It was a gift from my father.
Now, shut up and let me sleep! I’ll shift and heal later if I need
to!” I put my duffel behind my head to use as a pillow, cross my
arms, lean my head back, and sleep.
When I wake up, I’m lying
in a soft bed only in a pair of shorts covered up by a red silk
sheet that smells fresh and clean. I take a deep breath, scenting
the room, and smile when all I smell is vanilla and raspberries. I
look around the room and notice all the little red candles, they
aren’t lit anymore but they’re everywhere. There’s even rose petals
on the floor. Aww, my mate is a little romantic. Well, technically
he’s not little but still you get my point. I stretch my arms above
my head feeling all my muscles and bones pop like they should.
There’s no pain and I don’t feel like I was given any medication.
Hmm…guess I didn’t need to shift to heal after all.
I slip off the bed and
make my way into the living room. I stop when I hear voices. My
poor mate sounds like he’s in hysterics. “What if he doesn’t wake
up?! What if he’s in a coma?! What if he dies?! Or wakes up and has
amnesia! Oh god, what if he forgets we’re mates! What am I going to
do Crispin?”
A guy whom I assume is
Crispin says “Shh dude, it’s going to be alright. The doctor said
he’d make a full recovery. Don’t worry so much.”
I peek around the corner
and see
could have some serious life threatening injuries.” I look around
and notice the damage. Holy shit. I’m practically sitting in the
passenger seat while still sitting in the driver’s seat. The seat
has literally been pushed over. No wonder I feel like I got beat
like a fucking rag doll.
I wave my hand at the man
and say, “Move, I’m coming out.”
He shakes his head. “I
wouldn’t recommend moving. You’re covered in blood kid. You could
be seriously injured.”
I growl at him. “I’m 3500
years old, my name isn’t kid it’s Liam. I just missed dinner with
my mate because of this so, step the fuck back before I really get
pissed off.” His eyes widen in shock and he moves aside. “Thank
you.” I crawl out the window slowly because it hurts like a
motherfucker but once I get on the ground I feel a little better. I
reach inside and grab my duffel bag then sit on the ground beside
my SUV to wait for the pack doctor this guy called.
A few of the officers walk
over and crouch in front of me to check me out. One looks me over
and says “How are you feeling sir?”
I sigh. “Like I just got
run over by a Mack Truck. A little tired, but I’ll be
fine.”
He nods and says, “The
pack doctor should be here shortly. Is there anyone else we should
call for you?”
I close my eyes and shake
my head. “I think I’m just going to sleep for a few
minutes.”
The other officer taps my
cheek and says, “Hey, buddy. You can’t go to sleep. Stay awake
okay?”
There’s some loud
commotion and the officer says “Just hang in there, the doc and
Alpha are here now. Don’t go to sleep!”
Someone says, “Step aside
you two! Let me get to the patient!” He opens my eyes and shines a
light into them. “Who moved him?”
One officer says, “No one,
he climbed out of the car himself.” Then a voice I’ve heard before
says, “Oh, Jesus Christ!”
The doctor says, “What’s
wrong Alpha? Squeamish?”
Joseph says, “No, I’m not
fucking squeamish you dope! That’s my son’s fated mate!! Oh god, I
have to call Declan.”
The doctor says to
someone, “Has he said anything?”
An officer says, “Just
that he wants to go to sleep. We tried to keep him awake until you
got here.”
I sigh. “If you all would
shut up and stop poking at me I’d have gone to sleep a long time
ago.”
The doctor says, “Usually,
when people go to sleep after a major accident they don’t wake
up…ever.”
I laugh…well try to, it
turns into a cough. “I’ll be fine. I’m immortal. Nearly
invulnerable. Whatever. Can’t die. It was a gift from my father.
Now, shut up and let me sleep! I’ll shift and heal later if I need
to!” I put my duffel behind my head to use as a pillow, cross my
arms, lean my head back, and sleep.
When I wake up, I’m lying
in a soft bed only in a pair of shorts covered up by a red silk
sheet that smells fresh and clean. I take a deep breath, scenting
the room, and smile when all I smell is vanilla and raspberries. I
look around the room and notice all the little red candles, they
aren’t lit anymore but they’re everywhere. There’s even rose petals
on the floor. Aww, my mate is a little romantic. Well, technically
he’s not little but still you get my point. I stretch my arms above
my head feeling all my muscles and bones pop like they should.
There’s no pain and I don’t feel like I was given any medication.
Hmm…guess I didn’t need to shift to heal after all.
I slip off the bed and
make my way into the living room. I stop when I hear voices. My
poor mate sounds like he’s in hysterics. “What if he doesn’t wake
up?! What if he’s in a coma?! What if he dies?! Or wakes up and has
amnesia! Oh god, what if he forgets we’re mates! What am I going to
do Crispin?”
A guy whom I assume is
Crispin says “Shh dude, it’s going to be alright. The doctor said
he’d make a full recovery. Don’t worry so much.”
I peek around the corner
and see
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