“I can feel her heating up,” Helen said.
“Yes, she’ll be right as rain tomorrow. Her body is healing through a lot. The injections side effects will slowly fade, and with it, she’ll get stronger. I think you’ll be surprised by how strong your woman actually is.” James cleaned the wound.
Mary whimpered.
His father’s grip tightened, and he watched Helen comfort her. It should have been him by her side, holding her close.
“Does she know you’re mated?” James asked.
“No. We have an agreement for the next month. She knows nothing else other than what her pack was up to.”
“She’s not part of their pack. Their scent would cling to her, and no matter what you did, Zeke, you wouldn’t get rid of that smell. She’s your pack. I’m surprised you couldn’t smell it before.” James leaned in close and inhaled. “Yes, she’s all yours all right. The young one growing in her is yours as well.”
Pride filled him at the power he showed. His woman was part of his pack already. Mary’s place within his pack would also explain why his men were so polite and respectful to her.
“Zeke, I’m not impressed that you’ve gotten a woman pregnant without us even getting to know her,” Helen said, scolding him.
“I’m happy for you, son. We breed good stock.”
Helen rolled her eyes while William chuckled. Zeke didn’t care about stock or anything other than knowing his woman was going to be safe.
James took her temperature and checked her blood pressure after cleaning away the damage he’d done to her neck.
“She’s going to be perfectly fine,” James said. “You’ll have more trouble explaining yourself than anything else.”
The doctor stood and made his way toward the bag he’d left at the base of the bed. “When you’re ready give her these. They’re tablets all pregnant females need. Human females only need to take one tablet a day whereas your woman will need to take two. Wolves digest faster than humans, and also she’s a half breed and wouldn’t need as much as a full breed.” James packed everything away. “The moment she knows the truth bring her to me. I like to keep an eye on our pregnant bitches in case anything goes wrong.”
“Mary,” Zeke said.
“What was that?” James asked.
“Her name is not bitch. It’s Mary. She won’t take kindly to you referring to her as a bitch.” Zeke wouldn’t have any harm come to the woman that was his. It was bad enough that she’d suffered at Roger’s and Dani’s hands.
“I’ll remember. There’s nothing worse than a pregnant, temperamental woman, and our women can cause a fair few problems. It’s a pleasure doing business. I’ll see myself out.”
Zeke stared at his woman wishing he’d held off. He would never get the sight of her being still out of his thoughts.
“I like her,” Helen said. “She smells of everything good and perfect.”
Smiling, Zeke nodded. “She’s the one I bit outside of work. I’ve spent so long hunting for her and Debbie that I didn’t even realize they were under my nose.” Thinking about his sister he turned to his father. “Is there any news about her?”
“No, no news at all. It’s like she didn’t even exist the moment she escaped that f**king place,” William said, cursing.
“William, please, language. I’ve told you, Debbie is alive. We would know if something happened.”
His father closed his eyes, wiping at his eyes. “We’ve scoured the whole f**king forest. There is no sign of any other packs or our daughter. I’m telling you, she’s f**king dead.”
“Dad, it’s not over yet,” Zeke said. “If I can find my mate then we’ll find Debbie.”
Zeke truly believed his sister was out there. Debbie was a resilient person. If anyone could survive what Roger and Dani had thrown at her and escape then Debbie was the one.
Chapter Ten
Mary moaned as she rolled over. Her body was pounding, and the sounds coming from around her were not helping matters. The sun was too hot glaring at her. Falling to the floor she put a hand to her neck feeling the raw flesh that was slightly swollen.
Pulling her hands away she saw her fingers were clear. There was not a drop of blood on her fingers. Standing up, she stumbled into the bathroom where she found a chunk of her neck was red and swollen. Zeke’s loss of control was staring at her blankly. Her hands were fine even though she recalled his paws had come through.
“Mary?” Zeke asked. Turning around she saw him leaning against the door frame, staring at her.
“What? What the hell happened? Why have I suddenly become a f**king chew toy?” She glared at him wondering how she’d survived the night. Pressing a hand to her stomach she was ready to call him out when another female was calling out her name.
Frowning, she stared at Zeke then past his shoulder.
“My mom and dad are here, and they’re making breakfast. Mom makes a mean breakfast. I promise you won’t be disappointed with what she makes,” he said, stepping closer into the room.
“What?” she asked, pressing a hand to her forehead. Mary wasn’t wearing any clothes, and the way she felt at that moment she wasn’t prepared to deal with his parents.
“I know you’ve got a lot of questions,” he said, moving closer.
Mary wanted to move away to not let him touch her, but she couldn’t stop the yearning that built inside her. She wished for his arms wrapped around her.
“I will answer your questions and give you everything your heart desires. All I ask is that you come out and spend some time with my parents. It’s not the whole family, just my parents.”
Denying him was out of the question. “Fine. You’ve got to promise me that we’ll talk, properly talk, and not just have sex.”
The sex is so good.
Ignoring her body she stared at him waiting for him to refuse.
“Fine.”
“Okay, I’ll, erm, put some clothes on.”
Zeke followed her back to the bedroom where he handed her some of his clothing. She wore a long t-shirt with a pair of drawstring shorts. They were too big for her body, but they covered her enough to give her some dignity.
“What if they hate me?” she asked, biting her lip with her nerves.
“Believe me, baby, they do not hate you. Mom wants to castrate me for keeping you to myself.”
“We’ve barely known each other that long,” she said.