Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
Alice was quiet, and Axel kicked himself for bringing it up or attempting to.
“You know that I did not come to you… unused,” she said softly. “If you ask me, I will tell you honestly. But I would like to ask you if it will hurt us for you to know. Please, don’t ask.”
“I’m sorry,” Axel whispered.
Alice looked up at him and kissed him gently.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she smiled. Then she swallowed and took a deep breath. “I just don’t want my past to hurt our future. That is what scares me more than anything.”
Axel hugged her close.
“It won’t,” he promised.
“Good,” she smiled, nuzzling against him. “And just so there’s no confusion, Myka and I were good friends and nothing more.”
“Oh, thank the Goddess!” Axel sighed with relief.
Alice laughed.
“Don’t worry, Myka has his own mate,” she said.
“Did he bring her?”
Alice only smiled in response.
***
“Alright, so two patients in here,” Bell began, looking at the charts she was given. “Looks like one had some minor wounds, and the other… oof, yuck. Claws to the chest, yep, that one is yours.”
She pushed the chart into Peter’s chest and started to walk into the room.
“Uh, hold on,” he said, grabbing her arm before she could enter the room. “Why exactly am I getting the nasty one while you get minor wounds?”
“Because I don’t want it?” Bell smiled.
“Nice try, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing the other chart from her and pushing the one in his hand back at her. “This one is mine.”
Peter opened the door to the split room.
“Oh no… wait… don’t,” Bell replied in a monotone voice.
Peter turned back with a suspicious look. Bell smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. He looked down and realized that the chart he held was that of the clawed chest.
He sighed.
“Gotcha,” Bell smiled as she pushed past him into the room.
“That is some low down” Peter paused, his brows furrowed, and he sniffed the air.
“What is it?” Bell asked with concern.
“What is that smell?” Peter asked, then his eyes suddenly went wide, and he whispered. “Oh, crap.”
The curtain dividing him from his patient was torn away and before him stood a man he had not expected to see again. A tall, thin but well-built, blue-haired man. His narrow eyes stared back at Peter with hungered delight, and a smile spread over his lips.
“Hello, Peter,” he growled in a husky voice.
Peter didn’t have a chance to respond before Myka pulled him roughly into a passionate embrace.
“Oh.. my… Goddess…” Bell whispered with a delighted grin.
457 Bound Together
When Peter recognized the scent, he knew he was in trouble. When he saw Myka’s grin, he knew he should run. But it wasn’t until he felt the fire in his lungs from the lack of oxygen that he truly recognized the danger.
Peter placed his hands on Myka’s shoulders and tried to shove him away, but Myka held him tightly.
The kiss was electric, and Peter wasn’t exactly miserable about it. But that, more than anything, was why it needed to stop.
Peter lowered his hand onto the bandage and pressed into it.
“Fuck!” Myka hissed as he pulled away, backing into the exam table.
Peter took slow deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure.
“A bit rougher than I remember, Peter,” Myka said with a grin as he took deep breaths.
“You can just go ahead and forget again,” Peter said. He turned around to Bell. “How about we trade patients?”
“Well,” Bell smiled, “I would, but I think it’d be more fun if you took him, so I’m going to go over here now.”
Bell pointed back to the privacy curtain covering the other patient.
“You two,” she said, pointing between Peter and Myka. “Whatever this is, I love it.”
“Traitor!” Peter hissed.
Bell blew him a kiss and disappeared behind the curtain.
“Well, doctor,” Myka said, still grinning. He hopped up onto the table. “Guess you better check me out.”
Peter sighed deeply before washing his hands and putting on gloves.
After ten minutes of silence and Myka holding a personal best for staring, Peter finally finished cleaning and suturing the wound.
“There, all done,” he said.
Pushing his chair away from the table and standing, he removed his gloves. Once he had thrown them away and washed his hands, he turned around with a gasp.
Myka was directly behind him. He put his hands on either side of Peter’s body on the counter behind him, locking Peter in place.
Peter swallowed but looked away.
Myka leaned forward, sniffing the air around Peter.
“You still smell amazing,” he whispered. Leaning closer to Peter’s throat and along his shoulder. “Especially here.”
“Personal space, ever heard of it?” Peter growled.
Myka chuckled.
“We’ve been much closer than this before,” he whispered.
Peter took a deep breath.
“I just did some very nice stitch work on your chest, do not make me ruin it by shoving you across the room.”
“You could just not push me away,” Myka suggested.
Peter growled in response.
“Okay, okay,” Myka said with a laugh, backing away from Peter. “I just wanted to see you again.”
“Now you’ve seen me,” Peter said, gathering his things. He looked back at Myka. “Let’s not do it again.”
“Oh, come on, Peter. As soon as Winter was mentioned, I volunteered. I wanted to see you.”
“You wasted your time,” Peter said, turning to leave.
“Peter, just give me one chance!” Myka called out.
Peter stopped in his tracks. He took a deep breath.
“I knew you’d come around,” Myka smiled.
Peter turned back with an angry look in his eyes.
“I gave you a chance, Myka. I believe you compared marking each other to suicide,” Peter replied angrily.
Myka swallowed and lowered his eyes.
“That’s not fair, Petey,” Myke said softly.
“Peter!” he growled. “My name is Peter!”
Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“‘It would be the end of my journey, the end of my life.’ Those were your words, Myka.” Peter continued. “Do you remember mine?”
“Peter…” Myka whispered sadly
“You don’t remember?” Peter asked. “Fine, I’ll repeat it.”
Peter took a step toward Myka. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before looking up into the eyes of the man before him.
“I reject you as my mate, Myka.”
For the second time in his life, Myka felt the heavy, oxygen depriving pain in his chest. He swallowed and tried to hold himself upright.
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