Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
When Dayson told Travis that Talia shouldn’t wake up, Travis understood it as: Dayson had no intention to move.
How on Earth was he supposed to check his injuries?
Without any other options, Travis got scissors and started cutting the bandages.
The moment Dayson’s skin was exposed, Travis frowned in confusion, and then his eyes nearly bulged in disbelief.
“What is it?”, Dayson asked when he noticed that Travis was not moving.
“The wound it’s gone.”, Travis said.
Dayson didn’t think much about it. “You did a good job and I heal fast.”
Travis didn’t deny that he did a good job, but “No one heals this fast.”
This was not the first time for Travis to patch up Dayson. Dayson has a history of brawls that left him in need of medical assistance, and he also faced rogues many times.
Even with Dayson’s stellar Alpha healing, Travis expected it will take days for the wounds to completely heal. Considering that wolfsbane was involved, it was very likely that a Dayson won’t be able to avoid scars, but… there was nothing.
Travis moved swiftly to cut another layer of bandages and he gaped at the revealed patch of perfectly smooth skin.
If he mistook the location of the first wound, there was no way he would mistake the second one because there was a bundle of cotton soaked in medicine, and now that he removed it, Travis confirmed that cotton had smudges of blood which definitely meant he got the right spot.
“You don’t seem pleased that I’m fine.”, Dayson said, and Travis was not sure how to respond to this.
“I need to do scans and confirm the level of healing”
“Later.”, Dayson cut him off. “Talia is sleeping.”
Travis exhaled helplessly. “OK. Then I will leave you to it. Call me when she wakes up so that I can check on your condition.”
Travis wanted to leave, but his legs stayed rooted in the spot as he looked at Dayson with a complex exp**ssion.
Travis did the bloodwork and surgeries, and he knew very well that Dayson was in a wretched state. If Dayson was brought in just a bit later, his life would be in danger, yet Dayson seemed to be perfectly fine. No matter how Travis thought about this, he couldn’t explain it.
“I’m glad you are awake, Alpha.”, Travis said and glanced at Talia. “Talia came around about one hour ago and the first thing she asked about was your condition. When I told her that I need to check on her before she can get out of bed, she got angry and demanded to see you. I didn’t know Talia can be so fierce.”
Dayson grinned happily and Travis bowed slightly before leaving the room.
Dayson cradled Talia in his arms, and he p**ssed his l*ps against her forehead while taking a deep breath that filled his system with the addictive sweet citrusy scent of freesia.
He had so many questions for Talia.
Why was she in the forest?
His vision was getting blurry at that time, and unless he lost consciousness for a moment, Talia moved at a lightning speed and Dayson definitely saw two rogues flying backward like a tornado swept them away.
Was that Talia’s doing? It shouldn’t be because werewolves don’t have such abilities. Maybe he was hallucinating due to wolfsbane.
However, his wolf told him that Talia healed them, and that’s definitely not normal. Or was his wolf talking about healing because of the mate bond?
Dayson pushed all those thoughts away and focused on the fact that they were together.
He was confident that Talia was exhausted and traumatized, and there was nothing better for recovery than a good sleep, in the arms of her mate.
Dayson wanted to sleep also, but somehow, he felt energized.
He mind-linked Jaeden. ‘What’s the status?’
‘You are awake!’, Jaeden exclaimed, and then he quickly proceeded to answer Dayson’s question, knowing that Dayson was probably not in the mood for chit-chat. ‘When the closest patrol arrived, four rogues were dead, and you and Talia were unconscious. For two rogues, it’s obvious how they died based on bite marks, but the other two are funky. Every bone in their bodies was broken. How did you do that?’
Dayson looked at the little woman sleeping in his arms. ‘Stop messing, Jaeden, and continue with report’
…
Talia woke up and before opening her eyes, she lazily stretched over Dayson, and then her arms wr*pped around his torso.
The sparks were still there, dancing over her skin wherever she touched his body, and she wanted to maximize the touching surface because it felt amazing.
Talia took in a deep breath of Dayson’s addictive scent of the forest and dark chocolate and smiled.
“Awake?”, Dayson’s deep voice sounded from just above her head, and she nodded in response.
It took her a moment to realize that the beeping came from the machines, and there was the scent of antiseptic and Talia’s eyes snapped open at the thought of the pack hospital and Dayson lying unconscious and wr*pped in bandages.
Talia looked at Dayson in panic and then she nimbly sl*pped to Dayson’s side.
Dayson frowned in displeasure due to Talia moving away, he really enjoyed the feeling of her body p**ssing on his. Or did she hate him now?
While she was sleeping, Dayson went through the incident in the forest several times. The mental image of Talia on the ground with four rogues around her, one holding a knife close to her face he wanted to go back in time and rip all four bastards to pieces. How dare they touch his mate!?
Dayson was worried that Talia’s attitude toward him will change. He killed rogues in front of her, and his bloody maw was a gruesome sight. But she was sticking close to him, and that should be a good sign.
Talia was nervously looking at Dayson’s torso that was now mostly devoid of bandages.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”, Talia asked.
“You didn’t. As you can see, I’m fine. How are you feeling, kitten?”
Talia blinked once, twice, and then her chin shivered and tears started streaming down her cheeks. “Oh, Dayson I was so scared”