Troy’s POV“Apparently Russo marked his ex-girlfriend last night. They’re in the dining hall so I thought we could eat down there today,” Troy said.Reese slipped ballet flats on her feet and looked up at Troy from where she sat on the cushioned round seat in their dressing room. “Fuck, he moves fast.”Troy grinned and nodded his head. “Let’s go eat, I’m starving.”Troy took Reese’s hand as they went downstairs to the dining hall for breakfast. Russo sat at a table with Tammy Wilder and Troy did a double take. He almost hadn’t recognized her but there she sat with Russo’s mark visible on her shoulder.“Tammy.” Troy grinned as they neared their table.Tammy jumped up and hugged Troy tightly and much to his delight got a growl from Reese. She clamped her hand over her mouth as Russo laughed loudly.“I’m so sorry,” Reese said as Tammy laughed and hugged her too.“It’s okay, I mean I would’ve growled too if Troy was my mate,” she said as Russo shook his head.“Fuck that, I’m not ordering
Reese’s POVThings returned to normal two days later, semi-normal if she had to be honest. Troy had kept her in bed for the whole weekend but she finally put her foot down that morning. She had work to do and Troy had to make a decision about Amber.Reese spent her morning in the lab with Russo and she was surprised at how helpful he’d become. He remembered everything she taught him and within a week Russo was paring and preparing slides for her to examine, tincturing extracts and keeping adequate notes.The lab was quiet, peaceful and Reese was in her element. She loved the work and Russo proved to be an asset rather than a hindrance. He’d interrupt her every hour and make her sit down and put her feet up and drink water.In some ways, he was worse than Troy, hovering and looking intently at her as she ate. Russo had turned into a gentle giant and she loved him for it, but he was starting to get on her nerves. She wasn’t helpless and he was treating her like she’d break.“How’s Tammy
Troy’s POVDrake was still laughing as they walked past the packhouse and headed towards the prison building and the dungeon where Amber was being kept. It had been a few days and Troy knew he had to make a decision.Max had already talked to her and he was pissed off. He liked Reese and Troy was one of his best friends. He’d never met Amber before but treason was something Max didn’t take lightly and for that reason, Troy was now heading to the cells.“I can’t believe she kicked me out of the office to play with your balls,” Drake said and chuckled again.“At least it was mine and not Russo’s,” Troy said with a laugh.“Have I told you lately that I love her?” Drake asked and ducked under Troy’s hand aiming for the back of his head.“Let’s get this shitshow over with,” Troy said as the reached the prison building and the warrior standing guard bowed his head.Drake followed Troy inside the building and they took the stairs to the underground levels that housed the dungeon cells. Troy
Reese’s POVRusso dressed Reese in a rainsuit with a mask, a plastic shield over the mask and a hairnet. She had to wear medical grade gloves and make her way to the lab in the mornings. She tried to stifle her laughter as Russo trudged behind her, the plastic of his own rainsuit squeaking with each step.“What’s the hairnet for?”“I have no fucking idea but it covers your hair, don’t bitch about it,” Russo said and adjusted his own hairnet.Reese laughed as she stopped inside her office and Russo started disinfecting everything. He did that every single day, even though nobody else came into their office or lab. She felt fine and even Troy had been cleared by the doctor.The number of sick had risen to twenty, all of them warriors that had worked shifts in the dungeon and had had contact with Amber. She was their patient zero and for now it seemed that the many respiratory plants were helping and the patients in the infirmary weren’t doing too badly.“All clear,” Russo said and took
Drake’s POVThe days seemed to drag by. Work was trickling to a slower rate although they were kept busy with conference calls and meetings over Skype. They still had business dealings out in the world and they couldn’t just stop working. Humans weren’t affected by this flu epidemic and it made things difficult for them.At night he’d lie in bed next to Emily and think about the rising numbers of deaths in other packs and wondering what made them so special to hold the key. He’d already figured out that Reese would somehow come up with a cure.It was taking time though and he was worried about the sick warriors they had in the infirmary. He didn’t want any of his people to die, except maybe Amber. He didn’t care if she died, not after the shit she pulled.He shifted on his side and stared into Emily’s open eyes. Her hand cupped his cheek and he gripped it tightly. “What’s bothering you?”Drake sighed internally. “Besides the cock talk? Not much, really.”Emily smiled and his heart flu
Reese’s POVThe week progressed slowly and then on that fateful Friday morning all hell broke loose. Amber was the first one to die from the flu. Her body was moved to the morgue and Dr Tyrell had taken precautions even in the autopsy room and wore protective gear to do her autopsy.They all knew the cause of death would be carbon dioxide poisoning. It had taken Amber eight days longer to die than victims from other packs and that was due to Reese’s plants. She hadn’t liked Amber, but she hadn’t wanted her dead.Troy hadn’t reacted, at all. He nodded his head and went to his office. Reese felt morose and knew that he had to feel something. She was sure that he was hiding his emotions so as not to upset her but this wasn’t something she’d be jealous of.He’d loved her at one point and they had been mates with no rejection between them. She wished he’d talk to her and tell her how he felt. She watched him every night as he ate. The exhaustion was there because Troy never stopped.He wor
Troy’s POVTroy ran down the hall when he reached the other side of the floor and the door opened as he neared. Max was sitting on the couch, fully alert now with an oxygen mask over his face. He was a little pale and his hands shook but otherwise he looked okay.Max pulled the mask away from his face and looked at Troy. “I’m not going to the infirmary.”Troy gritted his teeth as he looked at his long-time friend. “Yes, you are. You are not dying, Max. I won’t allow it!”“If I get any worse, I’ll go but not before it’s absolutely necessary,” Max said.“Fine,” Troy relented and leaned against the wall.The other men in the suite didn’t look pleased but they refrained from saying anything because Max was their King and his word was the law. Troy didn’t like it one bit. Max needed to be monitored because he couldn’t let Max die on his watch.“The moment he so much as wheezes, I want him in the infirmary, you hear me?” Troy’s eyes darkened as he looked at each man.“Yes, Alpha. I’ll drag
Reese’s POV“I’m okay, Reese, I promise. It’s just a cough and you know Tyrell. He’s going to monitor me and everything will be fine,” Troy said.“I’m coming to see you,” Reese said.“No! You are not coming anywhere near this infirmary. I’ve given Tyrell permission to intubate me the moment I collapse. Keep yourself and our baby safe, promise me, Reese.”Reese tried not to cry but the tears didn’t obey her silent order and they ran down her cheeks unchecked. “I will, I promise.”“Good. It’ll only be for a few days. Drake will be acting Alpha and he has orders to lock you in our suite if you don’t do this for me, okay?”Reese nodded her head, knowing full well he couldn’t see her and she clenched her eyes tight. “Okay,” she finally whispered.“I have to go now,” Troy said with a sigh and the call ended.Reese sank down against the wall and lowered her head to her knees and cried. In that moment, she hated Amber with everything in her. It was her fault that Troy was sick, her fault that