LUCIAN POV
"Lucian, the doctor would like to talk to you," Kohn says through my door after knocking, and I grunt loud enough for him to hear.
Last night was awful. I slept for about an hour, but I was too scared to sleep for longer than that. Anxiety has all but taken over my senses. Any slight change, whether it be her heart rate or her breathing, I panic.
"Come in," I answer, and Kohn opens my door.
I glance over to look at the doctor that saved my mate and give him a nod. I owe him, but I don't like him.
"Mr. Bishop, how is our patient," he asks, striding in as if my bedroom is his personal office.
I bite back my growl and glance down towards Amber's peaceful face.
"She is alive. Her heartbeat is strong," I reply, and he nods while taking a listen for himself.
LUCIAN POV "Lucian, there's an issue," Kohn says as he and Ruben slowly walk into my office. "I will deal with it when I get back. I'm about to go sit with Amber," I reply as I finish typing out the latest petition I am sending the SNCA. Since I discover Agent Tran helped hide my mate three months ago, I have filed every suit I can think of. And the latest is a doozy. "Alpha, this can't wait... Umm, Senator Gavens....he uh...he outed werewolves today....him and the loner from Alaska.....He shifted on live TV," Ruben stutters, and the blood drains from my face. "What," I growl so low it sounds like a whisper. Kohn steps towards me as Ruben takes a step back, and my eyes shift to him."It happened three hours ago....humans are already starting to panic. Qu
AMBER POV Oh no. He is going to kill me for sure this time. I made him so angry he has literal tears coming from his deep brown eyes. I didn't consciously choose to wake up because he mentioned Thatcher. It just jolted my brain. Now I'm going to die because of something else I couldn't control. "Why him," Lucian whispers, and my eyebrows shoot up. Shock takes over my mind at the vulnerability clearly written in Lucian's eyes. My fear disappears as I realize what is actually taking place. Lucian isn't angry. He is hurt. He is crying because he is hurt. But why? I open my mouth to respond, but my throat is so dry nothing comes out. Lucian observes my discomfort and gets up. He walks across the small room and grabs a white styrofoam cup from a counter against the wall. He walks back to me, looking different than I remember him. Al
AMBER POV Watching Lucian while the doctor examines me and checks my vitals is almost comical but also scary. Every time the doctor touches me, Lucian tenses. He squeezes his fists so tight his knuckles go completely white, and his jaw clenches so loud I can hear his teeth grind together. I know at any moment Lucian can explode. At any moment, he can end this man trying to do his job. I silently pray for the doctor's exam to be over every second for his safety and mine. "You will be weak, Amber. Your muscles haven't been used in a while, but you weigh more than when you first arrived," the doctor says while flashing me a wide smile. I grin back, but before I can thank him, Lucian moves so close to the doctor his breath moves the hair on the poor man's neck. My breath catches as I prepare for the worst...oh no.
LUCIAN POV As I wheel Amber's wheelchair inside the packhouse, I scent to air to figure out where my Beta is. I need an update on the packs, and I need it immediately. "Kohn," I yell since his scent is faint on the bottom level of the house.Amber flinches, and I instinctively place my hand on her shoulder. "Shhh, little mouse. You are safe," I soothe, and her body relaxes under my touch as Kohn and Ruben come flying down the stairs. Both males seem shocked to see Amber awake, but they both keep their comments to themselves. They know my patience is extra thin today, and I don't want Amber being subjected to my anger. "Bad news, Alpha," Ruben says, and I nod to give him the go-ahead."A few packs weren't able to pull in their pup packs fast enough. Thirty-two lives have been lost so far
AMBER POV He's really doing it. He is taking me back. I don't think my brain has worked adequately through my shock yet, but I am excited. I can't wait to see dad and maybe even Kenny. I miss them so so so much. "My pack won't be in North America any more...but I. I will be close by. I have stuff to do here, so I won't be leaving for some time," Lucian says in a low voice, drawing my attention away from the passing trees. "Okay," I reply in an unsure voice. I'm still confused about how I should behave around this man, and I never know how he wants me to respond or what mood he is in. "I know you probably won't, but I will leave my number with your father so that you can call me. I will never be far," Lucian says in an even lower voice. I pull my eyebrows together as I take in his rugged features. "Okay
AMBER POV It's been thirty minutes since Lucian left, and already I feel out of place in my father's new home. After dad and I hugged at the door, Lucian left, but not before threatening Thatcher. He let him know that he had broken werewolf law by revealing them to the world, and as an Alpha, he would be hunting him to kill him, as are the other Alpha's. Once Lucian disappeared, so did my dad and Thatcher. They locked themselves up in father's new office and told me to go watch something on TV...Like nothing they were talking about involved me, which is a lie. Anything they discuss involves me if it pertains to werewolves. Ever since I learned that pups have died because of what dad and Thatcher did, I have felt guilty. I know they decided to out werewolves because of me, which makes me somewhat responsible for their deaths. I unders
AMBER POV Rated R "Amber, Amber, sweetheart. Can you hear me, honey? Oh please, Amber, wake up honey," Dad whispers from right next to me, and I jump awake. I try to squirm, but I instantly realize I can't. I look down to find myself tied tightly to an office chair. I immediately panic. I start thrashing back and forth, but the movements are no use. Thatcher is skilled with knots. I should know I saw him apply his talents a thousand times in Alaska. "Dad, what's happening," I finally cry before actually looking over to see him in an identical situation. I gasp at my father's beaten appearance. "Daddy," I whisper, and my father tries to smile even though his swollen face is obviously hurting him."I'm okay, honey...just a few bruises. Nothing compared to the last time I stood up to one of them," Dad says, and
AMBER POV Blood drips down the sides of my neck as Thatcher's hands rub themselves all over my exposed body. From my butt cheeks to my thighs and breasts...nothing is off-limits to him in this position. I feel so vulnerable and alone. My sobs choke me as realization sets in. I can't even beg for mercy as Thatcher gets closer and closer to my vagina. I can feel the heat rising from his genitals, hitting my sensitive skin, and my breathing spikes even higher. I am practically hyperventilating while sobbing. But what else can I do? I can't fight. He is holding my neck! What do I do? What can I do? More tears pour down my face as utter despair consumes me. My brain is coming up with no solution on how to save myself. I feel something hot and hard poke at my vagina, and I scream just as the door to my father's office explodes ap