Reese’s POVTroy led her into the bathroom and only let go of her hand to switch the water in the shower on. He turned back towards her and lifted the hem of her dress. His hands were gentle and his movements slow, like he was afraid of hurting her.Troy pulled his shorts down to the floor and took her hand again. They stood under the spray of water and Troy closed his eyes as the water ran over them. His hands trailed over her back and the water draining from the shower plug was bright red for a few seconds.Troy washed every inch of Reese’s body and then washed himself as she washed her hair. She was too afraid to say anything but she knew she had to. They needed to talk and she needed to tell him how she really felt.“Troy … about the divorce …”Troy’s hands cupped her face and he kissed her slowly. It was a gentle kiss and he inhaled sharply when he broke the kiss off. “There will be no divorce, Reese, this baby changes everything.”Troy lowered his head again and kissed her more
Russo’s POVRusso leaned against the stone arch near the patio stairs and watched Olivia as she walked towards him. Russo knew what was coming. He’d scented the one warrior on her the previous day and he knew they were sleeping together.In all honesty he wanted her to reject him. He wasn’t sure he could spend a lifetime looking into her eyes and knowing he had some responsibility towards her brother’s death. Troy and Drake had proven that happiness didn’t only come from being mated.He’d hurt her either way; she was a tiny thing compared to him and she wasn’t his type at all. He preferred a chubbier woman, a woman with something to hold onto. Russo turned his head towards the car as it circled the driveway and then the mindlink opened.“Gamma Russo, the last pack member just arrived and she was cleared by Dr Tyrell. More warriors have been dispatched and the borders are secure,” the voice reported.“Keep it that way, Briggins,” Russo replied as Olivia came to a stop in front of him.
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