Filed To Story: The Packs Doctor Novel Free PDF Online (Yara & Warren)
I look at him like he’s crazy. “But.. I gesture up and down his body.”They’ve seen worse, believe me,” he says, and there’s no humor in his tone now. I need to remember that this pack, along with most of them, is in a constant state of war.
When we walk in, the packhouse which was buzzing with conversation goes quiet.
“Attention everyone, this is Dr. Yara. If you haven’t met her yet, you most likely will in the near future. She is the new head doctor in our hospital. When you go to see her, what she says, goes. No argument or you answer to me. Understood?” he says.
“Yes, Alpha,” the pack replies, and I feel everyone’s gaze on me. I try to look confident, but it’s hard when literally everyone is staring at me.
“Oh, and she’s my mate. Fuck with her and I’ll kill you,” he says seriously, making me jolt and look up at him.”WARREN!”
“YARA!” he says in a sarcastic version of my tone. Then his lips twitch and I just know that I’m not going to like what comes out of his mouth next.
“If you’ll excuse us, my mate is going to give me a sponge bath,” he says to the pack, his eyes never leaving mine.
I would growl, I want to growl at him, but instead my cheeks get so hot I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
“You are SO arrogant,” I grit through my teeth as he begins to lead me away.
“Yara, Yara, Yara, what have we discussed about this?” he says, his tone mocking me.
I plaster an obviously fake smile on my face. “Does your packhouse have a library, Warren?” I ask in a sickeningly sweet tone.”No,” he drawls.
“Well, that explains a lot,” I say, stomping up the stairs.
“Where are you going?” he asks me.
I turn around and frown at him. ” You’re the Alpha. Isn’t your room on the top floor?”
“Yes, but aren’t you going to help me up the stairs?”
I smile another fake smile at him. “I wouldn’t want you to seem weak in front of your pack, Alpha. I’m sure you can figure out how to get up the stairs on your own,” I say sweetly. He growls low in his chest.
“Did you want me to go find one of those young, nubile she-wolves to help you instead?” I ask him, still keeping my tone much too sweet.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“Then I suggest that you stop growling at me. Next time, I might just pop your nose,” I say, turning and walking up the stairs.
I hear him making his way up the stairs and while I probably should have helped him, the man is truly frustrating. Why in the world would he announce to his pack that I’m his mate?
I wait for him to join me at the top of the stairs. “What, you didn’t go in and start my bath?” he asks and his tone is a bit more snarky than normal. I look at him more closely and realize that he’s in pain.”Here,” I say, walking to him and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Now she helps me,” he grumbles.
We walk to his room and when he opens the door, I’m not prepared for the onslaught of his teakwood scent that flows out. I stop, my back arching of its own accord, my eyes falling closed, as I lift my chin, exposing my throat as my body begins to hum with desire.
“Interesting.. he murmurs, watching me.
Before I can snap my chin back down, Warren leans in and gently nips at my throat, accepting the submission that I didn’t intend to give him.
When I start to pull away, he holds me to him. “You’re my mate.
Submission is part of our bond,” he says gently.”Really, are you planning to submit?” I ask him.
He tilts his head at me. “One day, when you accept your position here in this pack, yes, I will give you my submission.”
I stare at him, shocked. His tone, his eyes, everything about him says he’s perfectly serious.
“Surprised? You shouldn’t be, but I know you don’t know me well yet. You are an intelligent, strong woman, Yara, and I have no problem treating you as my equal, or in the instance of being in the hospital, submitting to your rules.”
“Says the man who insisted on walking out of the hospital tonight,” I grumble, still shocked at his words. I wouldn’t have expected it of a man like him, someone who is very dominant and prides himself on being a strong and powerful fighter.
“My pack needed to see me after I was carried in last night. It’s important, even if I’m still not one hundred percent.”
That I do understand. I know the hierarchy of a pack that is constantly at war is always at risk of a leadership change. The fact that Warren has been Alpha for twelve years and is still leading this pack says more about his strength than anything else.
I lead him to his bathroom and let him lean against the sink while I turn to start the shower.
“Where are your clothes and is there anything in particular you want to wear?” I ask him.
“Closet, and just shorts and a t-shirt is fine. Get some for yourself too,” he says.”Thank you.”
“We’ll get you some new clothes,” he says.”I have clothes. At school.”
“Then I’ll have someone go get your clothes for you,” he says, and I can see he’s fading.
“Do you want to have food brought up here? Eating might perk you Uup a bit.”
“I need the pack to see me once I’m clean.”
“You need your pack to see you strong. Order some food. Have Charlie bring it up if you want, and then after you’re feeling a bit better, you can go down to face your pack.”
He smirks down at me as I untie the sheet. “You know what they’ll think if it takes us awhile to get back downstairs.”
“I don’t care if your pack thinks we had sex. I understand the importance of you showing a strong front to therm. Come on, let’s get you in the shower. You can let the water start to wash off all that blood while I go get both of us some clothes.”
I get him under the water, making sure it’s not too hot or cold and then go to get clothes. When I open the door to his closet, it’s almost worse than it was when I walked into his room. His scent in the closet is making the pressure in my core nearly painful and the man hasn’t done anything except smell fantastic!
Well, he does have quite the package on him. I bet he’d ease that ache if you’d let him, Annika purrs.’No!’
‘Spoilsport, she says, still purring in my head. She begins stretching like she’s a damn cat lying in the sun. I roll my eyes and get some clothes before going back into the bathroom.
The moment I do, I realize my dilemma. There’s no way for me to wash Warren’s hair and body without getting in the shower with him. But I don’t have to take off my t-shirt. I just wish it wasn’t white.
Warren—
Whether it’s the exhaustion of the battle, the broken leg that Arric is working hard to heal, or just life in general, I feel exhausted. But no matter how tired I am, I’m not going to miss my mate getting in the shower with me I’m not even disappointed that she’ll leave her shirt on. Humans have wet t-shirt contests for a reason.
I stand under the water, letting it loosen the dried blood and gore in my hair. When I look down and see that the water running down the drain is bright red, I wonder how bad I look. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want my mate to think less of me. She doesn’t seem surprised by the fighting and she seems to understand the need for me to maintain a strong image in front of the pack, but that doesn’t mean that she’s okay with it.
“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got.” she says, walking back in and setting the clothes on the counter by the sink before stepping into the shower with me. “You’re pretty tall so I’m going to need you to bend down a bit. You’ll have to close your eyes the water doesn’t wash all this junk and soap into your eyes.”