Paws in Love

r with a pained grunt as Nate lays me in the back. He sets me sideways across them an

large body into the small space, but he voices no complaint as

ow you drove

ace. I didn't realise how badly the strands were stickin

y shoulder and thigh against the seat so

tting the cement crumble and nature grow overtop of them. In another

ing too hard to see what direction we're going in. I can tell Nate walked me into his lands bef

out along my back at the thought, and I shut my eyes and turn to face the seat to hide any

," Nate mutters, thankful

'm doing, even if my body is s

s Br

t. "Bria," he repeats, the word flowing smoothly off his tongue. "We'll be there

p at him through

h care regarding nudity or the need for privacy lost during my years within the facility. They had people guarding m

thankful for his care to keep me modest. Most human women c

over his face as he nods proudly to himself. My breath hitches at th

to draw us together, bu

myself unsettled by how it sets my heart racing, and I despise how the heart monitor amplifies this inner turmoil. It's as though

the heart monitor, his lips twitching subtly, before he gently strokes his thumb along the back of my hand, directly over my distinctive mark. This

my hand out of his, disgusted with mys

his Alpha title making him seem much more intimidating than he truly is, and I'm hopi

u

cally inviting anyone to sneak in and pilfer sensitive information. It seems like this could be a rather stra

ack to reality. "You'll need a weekly check-up for the next

early next week. As it turns out, my intuition was spot-on; one of my fractured ribs did indeed puncture my lung. After conducti

have surgery if

Nate asks, removing the

e doctor before shifting

o go home

ady know he's not going to let me go back to what he believes i