Hagen, Lynn - Tater's Bear [Brac Pack 22] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page A

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    “Tater!” Olsen shouted as he dropped next to him. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
    “I… ahhh ,” Tater screamed, sweat covering his body as his head felt like it was being squeezed tight. He barely registered his mate getting up and running out into the hall, screaming for Christian. Tater couldn’t breathe.
    He couldn’t fucking breathe.
    He felt a cold hand run over his head and then a loud curse as he writhed in pain on the floor.
    “Did that vampire blood do this to him? Did your fucking guy infect him?” Olsen shouted from beside him.
    “No,” Christian said loudly. “That wouldn’t have happened. I think I know what’s wrong with him.”
    “What?” Olsen bellowed.
    Christian’s cool fingers touched Tater’s neck, his pulse beating so fast that his heart actually hurt. “The one who bit him was infected, Olsen. He was high off of Liquid Wrath. It is now running through Tater’s veins. The only way to save him is to convert him.”
    Tater could feel his face growing tight, as if all the blood had pooled there. His eyes hurt and his temples throbbed so hard that he feared an aneurysm at any moment. “Do it,” he bit out right before his body began to convulse.

Chapter Nine

    Olsen paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair so many times that it was standing on end now. He began to pull at it as he watched helplessly. Tater was going to die, and there was nothing Olsen could do about it.
    “I have to exchange blood with him. If you cannot handle this, leave,” Christian said over his shoulder at Olsen.
    “Just save him.” Olsen’s voice was hoarse as he watched the prince of vampires lean over his mate.
    His bear was going crazy, banging his head into Olsen’s ribs, trying its best to break free as Olsen’s pacing became more manic. Olsen wanted to ask the prince about taking the tainted blood into his body, but feared stopping him.
    The man must know what he was doing.
    Olsen watched as his mate’s body went rigid, Christian leaning over him, what he was doing hidden. Olsen was scared shitless. He ran his hands through his hair once again, pulling at it as time seemed to slow down.
      Olsen gasped and took a step back as Christian roared and his fangs elongated, black claws erupting from his fingernails. His skin began to take on a purplish hue as he rolled away from Tater.
    Not knowing what else to do, Olsen dove for Tater, covering his mate’s body. Just then two Asian men burst into the room, hissing at Olsen.
    “Please,” Olsen croaked. “Please save my mate.”
    The one with short-cropped hair took a step in Olsen’s direction. “What happened to the prince, shifter?”
    Olsen looked over at Christian. The prince was on his knees, his hands smashed against his temples. “He tried to convert my mate. The drug Liquid Wrath was in my mate’s system. Christian took it into his body.”
    The man cursed as he approached Christian. Olsen looked away, staring down at Tater, who was finally calmed down. The ear-shattering screams were no more.
    He leaned forward, placing his cheek close to Tater’s lips, feeling little puffs of air caress his skin. Olsen breathed a sigh of relief.
    “You must go.” The man turned to Olsen. “I must calm him, and you cannot be here.”
    Olsen wasn’t so sure the prince could be calmed from the way the vampire was lashing out. He didn’t know any way to escape as quickly as the small vampire wanted him to.
    He had no way of getting his mate home without calling his family and waiting around, something he knew the small vampire was against.
    Olsen had no other choice…“Ahm!”

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    Dr. Nicholas Sheehan paced back and forth as he waited to be let into the room. His mate, Jason, stood close by, watching everyone closely.
    He wasn’t sure what he could do for the human changed to vampire. Normally he would, but the drug running rampant through the paranormal community changed the rules of the game. He knew he was walking into