But so far no one has, and, as it was hard to imagine that their treatment could have been better if the hospital staff had realized they were treating their beta, it hadn’t seemed a priority to explain or correct the myth that they were a newly married couple, which had obviously followed them to the casualty department. But she doesn't want to correct them; it would raise too many questions. While Sophie waited to be seen herself, she was kept up to date on Sage’s progress. Sophie knew she would not have been told the results of his CT or any of the other tests if they had known the truth. After all, this part of the town was almost on the border between neighboring pack and human territory.As someone who was not his mate or family, she would have been told nothing, so she silenced the twangs of conscience, and took comfort from the technicality that she hadn’t lied—yet. Unless staying silent could be counted as lying. Should she reveal that under the dirt, blood, and injuries the
Sage was there, but not in bed, when she walked into the room past the security guards who had been there when she left. Her brief flurry of irrational panic subsided when she saw the figure standing in a narrow open door that was a tight squeeze for a broad-shouldered man plus a portable drip stand.In her absence, the bulky dressing had been removed. In its place was a narrow, almost transparent strip that showed the full extent of his repaired wound. Sophie was relieved by what she saw. The man who had operated had clearly been as good as the nurse had claimed. Her professional eye could see beyond the bruising and swelling that made his face unrecognisable, and she knew that the healing process would fade the livid, raised red scar to silver.The professional in her saw a good job; the woman in her saw not ugliness but pain, and she winced, her empathy shifting uneasily to dismay. What she was feeling went beyond normal empathy. It wasn’t even guilt that she felt; it was more... T
"If that is true, then why on earth couldn't I see us being married?" Sophie asked."I can't answer you that; you are the seer here."Sophie groaned and rolled her eyes.The master alpha wanted the marriage to go on. Marriage with Sage?Who doesn’t want me any more than the first one did?She recognized it was irrational, but for some reason, this knowledge was far more painful to her than the humiliation she had suffered at Landon’s hands.The belief that she was doing the right thing had enabled her to take a pragmatic approach to the prospect of a loveless marriage to Landon, but when it came to Sage being coerced into taking his brother's reject, Sophie couldn’t be objective. But the mere fact that she wasn't sad about what happened between her and Landon made it more confusing. However, with Sage, it was a different matter. She liked him. Her wolf recognized him as an equal, and the animal longed to imprint the man.Nevertheless, everything inside her just shriveled up with horr
Three weeks later Low-key, as it had been agreed, was appropriate under the circumstances, and the civil ceremony was just that—a handful of people beyond the immediate pack family. There were photographs, which would be released along with an official statement to be issued later that week. So Sophie was married. Sophie could not decide if she was meant to feel different. She glanced at the man—her husband, her mate, her alpha—who sat beside her. There was a remote, untouchable quality about him that even had she wanted to make conversation, it would have made her think twice. Sophie didn’t want to. There had been no mention of Landon and Cherryl’s either. No talked about her vision or what was supposed to happen to her. Three weeks. This was supposed to be something drastic, suffering from Roxanne’s hands. Yet here she was. Married to Sage—not the beta Sage she knew but to the Alpha Sage. The true heir of the Master Alpha. What changed? Sophie didn't have an ounce of an idea.
The words of an article she read the week before about the men in power in the kingdom came back to her. The captivated writer had argued that the new Robinson's Alpha was complex, referring to glimpses of the primitive heathen behind the elegant façade. Heathen? Sophie, she told herself, this isn't going to help. The automobile abruptly exited the tiny road they had been travelling on for several miles and passed through large gates that sprang open as they approached. The discomfort in her gut gave her an extra-hard kick as the gates closed behind the automobile that had followed them since they'd left Savannah. The driveway, illuminated at ground level by rows of lights, seemed to go on for miles. Sophie didn’t mind; she was in no hurry to arrive! Robinson’s Pack This is it, Sophie, this is not just a vision, this is reality. She thought to herself. Finally they stopped, the uniformed driver pulling up in front of a building with a Georgian façade. This was a private house, no
A week later. The Bos Coffee Shop, where Sophie and her personal bodyguard, an enforcer named Greg Reynolds, had lunch, was once cloistered and closed, with so many tables and so little room. Now the shop was open-air, a sort of covered patio with tables spaced a respectful distance apart. Which wrap up in the wintertime, dressed for the occasion, patrons hands warmed and breath rose in serendipitous puffs as they enjoyed their warm coffee, sweetbreads, cookies, and foam art, the sweetness of chocolate cups, freshly baked goods, and soothing music; the shop patio was Sophie's happy place. Here she noticed everyone, the corner shops, and the Robinson’s Pack University a few yards away. She had a happy time here with Greg for the past few days. They had a never-ending argument about his many theories about everything on the planet. She knew Greg was gay and a genius at everything, and he was kind, funny, and witty at the same time. Sophie noticed how around the edges were food vendor
Every time Sophie went inside with another test and another diagnosis, she "knew" it was something crucial this time, and she went out with her sanity put at ease, or at least knowing the right tests had been authorized with her bodyguard, who at least never left her side. Did Sage know about her situation?Maybe he did, but didn't care?However, Greg was always there with her, giving her silly talk and silly answers to her inquiries. However, after the initial diagnosis by the doctors,"There are some complications, and she might not survive; it seems like she has silver particles in her blood, and it's in the worst stage. It went to her heart now." The doctor announced.Greg was speechless, and fear crossed his face as tears shimmered in his eyes. Slowly, he turned around to look at the only person who understood him.What the hell happened? He didn't know she had silver in her blood.What the hell is happening?This is unbelievable—one minute she is okay and laughing, and one minut
However, the scene changed, and then she felt grateful that she was now outside of the dark forests. On her left, the landscape felt like it was her comfort reward—a beautiful, lush grassland through which she sauntered on an isolated path. On her right, she saw wild goats and wild sheep scraping on either surface, consuming their meals and unaware of her. Moreover, the cold, raw air was beating them from the left. But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements. A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned. But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel? The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of c