through her hair, she took several deep breaths. She could handle this. Whatever happened, she would always be there for Daphne. He’d asked about her life before. With her parents, she’d been happy, glorious. Now, she’d counted down the hours until sleep.
The door opened and she got to her feet as the alpha stumbled in. He slammed the door closed and the entire house seemed to rock on its foundation. She rushed upstairs to check on Daphne. Each day the young girl seemed to be able to sleep through anything. She checked and saw Daphne hadn’t woken.
Rushing downstairs, she found Rocko in the laundry room. He was in the process of removing his clothes and she noted the blood dripping down from what looked like bullet wounds.
She flicked the light on and he growled at her.
“Fuck off,” he said.
“You’re hurt.”
“No shit. Hunters in the woods.” He shoved his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs. He was naked in front of her. His cock on full display.
She averted her gaze. “Hunters?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. They’re not going to save you. I’m collecting their bodies as soon as I’m done here.”
“You’re injured.”
“And I will continue to be while humans think they’re better than us.”
“Can I please check out your wounds?”
“You want to dance about it?”
“No, I want to take care of you?” she asked.
“You can’t even look at me.”
“You’re naked. It’s not polite to stare.”
Silence filled the air.
“You ever seen a naked man before?”
“No.”
“You really are innocent.”
“Please, let me take care of you.” She wasn’t going to stick around to be mocked about her virginity and complete lack of male suitors. She went to the downstairs bathroom, found the first-aid kit she’d spotted there, and returned to the kitchen table.
Sitting down, she opened up the kit and saw several sterile wipes, Band-Aids, and wraps. Everything required to treat him.
In only a pair of boxer briefs, Rocko entered the kitchen. He dragged out the chair, and she listened to the monitor for any sound from Daphne. Rocko was huge in every single direction. Large body and muscular all over.
He also possessed several patches of ink but she didn’t allow herself to look too long. Her heart raced and her hands felt clammy.
He really was a beautiful male.
Again, she wasn’t going to think about wanting him. Rocko would more than likely kill her than desire her.
Trails of blood leaked from holes. “We’re going to need to get you to a doctor.”
“No need. I’ve already removed them. Fucking wooden bullets. Assholes.”
“Wooden bullets don’t work?”
“I’m not giving you ammunition to kill me.”
“I won’t kill you.”
“Because you’re a vegan who cares about the animals?” he asked, mocking her with every word.
“No, because I don’t believe in violence and I’ve already told you I have no desire to hurt you. I don’t believe in it.”
“Then you’ve never been truly tested.”
She opened up a sterile wipe. “I have been tested. I didn’t fight any of your men when they came for me. Nor do I fight now. I’ve never harmed your baby.”
“She’s a baby.”
“So, from what you’ve told me, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill one of our own.” She started to wipe up the blood. “We’re going to need to take you to the hospital.”
“No need. Wipe them, bandage them, and I can be on my way. They will heal within the day.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Neither is a man turning into a wolf but guess what, it happens.”
“How is it possible for us to kill you then?” she asked. “If you have this superhuman ability to heal.”
“We can still be killed. Some injuries left untreated can become infected and like humans, we die from blood loss.”
She began to cover each bullet hole. There were six in total.
On the final one, it was a relief to be able to stop touching him. Being close to him, it was … difficult.
Her body felt overheated. Her nipples hard. There was a tightening in her core.
“All done,” she said.
Putting the medical kit away in the box, she got to her feet and was about to leave.
Rocko grabbed her arm and before she knew what was happening, she was pressed against the fridge with a hand around her throat. He didn’t tighten to the point of her losing air, but the threat of what he could do hung heavy in the air.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
In one hand, she held the first-aid kit. With the other, she gripped his wrist, touching him. Her body was hot. Between her thighs was a slickness she