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The Alpha Bond 147 e twe pulled into the small hotel parking lot, the tension at had hung heavy over us since the battle in the cave finally began to ease. The neon sign flickered overhead, casting a soft, buzzing glow as we climbed out of the car. I glanced toward Austin, relieved to see that his wound had stopped bleeding. As werewolves, we healed quickly-but seeing him hurt still left a hollow ache in my chest.
"Alright, tough guy," I said, looping my arm around his waist to help him inside. "Let's get you cleaned up before you start showing off your battle scars." Austin smirked, leaning againstmore than he needed to. "I mean if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you didn't have to wait forto get injured." I rolled my eyes. "Really? You're injured and still flirting?" "I'm a multi-tasker," he shot back, flashing that trademark mischievous grin.
Alex snorted from behind us. "Yeah, multi-tasking at being a pain in the ass." We reached the room, and Isaiah unlocked the door, pushing it open. It was a modest place-two queen beds, a small table by the window, and a flat-screen TV mounted crookedly on the wall. Not exactly luxurious, but it was comfortable enough for a short stay while we recovered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLguided Austin to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him, grabbing the first aid kit we'd brought along. His shirt was already shredded where the shadow creature's claws had struck him, and I carefully peeled it away from his skin. The slashes across his chest were still raw and red, but the bleeding had stopped, and the edges of the cuts were already starting to close.
"Damn," Alex said, leaning against the wall. "That thing really did a number on you." Austin puffed out his chest, flexing as he winked at me. "Still the most handstwin, though, right?" I rolled my eyes, openingthe first aid kit. "Hold still," I ordered, kneeling beside him.
Austin grinned, flexing his chest. "You just wanted an excuse to touch me, didn't you?" Without missing a beat, Stormi pressed a little too hard against the wound with a disinfectant wipe.
"Ow!" he yelped, flinching away from her. "Cruella, much?" "Cruella? Seriously?" I said a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Alex burst out laughing while Isaiah shook his head, clearly amused. "You really walked right into that one." "Maybe if you shut up and stopped acting like an idiot, this would hurt less," I muttered, a small smile tugging at my lips.
I softened a little, brushing my fingers lightly over the wound. It was already beginning to knit itself back together-by tomorrow, only faint lines would remain, and in two days, there wouldn't be a trace of it. "You'll survive," I murmured.
"Barely," he said tically, falling back on the bed as if I'd drained the life out of him.
"You're such a baby," I said, shaking my head.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hey, if I can get extra attention from you, I'll milk this for all it's worth," he replied, peeking up atwith that boyish grin that somehow always managed to melt a bit of my irritation.
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I rolled my eyes again, but the truth was, I was grateful he could so m blossomed across his chest, I had felt sheer panic. Losing him any
Isaiah, ever the practical one, leaned against the dresser with his at m Austin's fully healed. Two days' rest won't hurt us." Chapter Comments LIKE POSTChapter 142
I rolled my eyes again, but the truth was, I was grateful he could still joke. For a moment back in the cave, When the blood blossomed across his chest, I had felt sheer panic. Losing him-any of them-was a thought I couldn't bear. Isaiah, ever the practical one, leaned against