Can't Slip From His Grip
When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer.
Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic.
During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards.
The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them."
I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it.
Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell of medicine is too strong. Change it again."
I suppress the urge to suddenly break down and arrange for someone to take care of it.
At 2:00 am, he reaches me through our mind-link. "The sheets are dirty. Come up and change them."
I instinctively block him and refuse calmly. "Sorry, Alpha Reese. The staff responsible for cleaning have already gone to rest."
In the darkness, a cruel chuckle comes from the man.
In a tone that allows no refusal, he murmurs, "Then you come and change them yourself."