5
Wesley
Iplacedthe forget-me-not in a tiny cup of water and put it on my bedside table, just where Ken wouldnoticeit.
My plan was going excellently. I’d barely touched the doctor, and yet he was already melting in my embrace. I knew I should take it to the next level soon; I would need to use my heat for the top alpha, not Ken. In order to do that, I had to seduce Ken first before my heatfinallyhit.
The problem was I didn’t knowwhenthat would happen. I’d never had a heat before, so obviously I had no clue of its schedule. I figured it would be safer to get close to the top alpha sooner rather than later. That meant I needed to hurry things up with Ken. It would be bad if my heat hit while I was still with him; as soft-hearted as the Indigo Mountain alphas seemed, I had no clue what Ken would be capable of if I went into heat near him. Maybe he would lose control and mate me. I didn’t know. I couldn’t take thatchance.
My injuries had nearly healed enough that I could finally walk on my own, which was a relief. But I was still a bit wobbly in the knees. Ken told me they had nearly been broken in the attack. I believed that. I probably would have been screaming and crying and helpless in pain if Ken hadn’t found me and injected me withpainkillers.
I stared at the little blue flower that the alpha picked for me. Where would I have been without his help right now? Broken and bruised and unable to walk. Maybeworse.
Maybe some other Indigo Mountain wolves would have found me and taken me to a different doctor, but I frowned at thethought.
I’d certainly never met a man like Ken before, and I was glad I ended up in his capablehands.
Even if I intended to betray him intheend.
The apartment’s door knob shuffled. I wrenched my eyes away from the flower. Struggling to my feet, I clutched the wall and carefully made my way to the front door to greet Ken. I’d made up my mind. I needed to get close to him physically, and it had to be tonight. I couldn’t waste any more time with recovery with the threat of my heat about to strike at anymoment.
The door opened, revealing a content but tired looking Ken. When he saw me, his face lit up with asmile.
But then, as I crawled along the wall, a shockwave ran down my spine. My knees gave out like a baby fawn attempting to walk. I let out a startled cry as I stumbled and dropped to thefloor.
But Ken was faster. Like a shot of lightning, he darted out towards me. He caught me before I hit the ground. But his momentum threw him off balance, and he ended up falling on the ground himself; he twisted his body so that I landed on top of him as he hit the floor. There was a sharp thud as his head hit the corner of a coffeetableleg.
“Oof,”hesaid.
I was dazed, as if my brain was confused that I didn’t fall. I looked down at Ken, whose face was slightly contorted in pain. “Areyouokay?”
“Areyouokay?” heaskedback.
I blinked. “I’mfine.”
“Good.” He reached behind his head, winced, and brought his hand back. His fingertips were covered inblood.
I gasped. “You’rebleeding!”
He smiled. “I appear to bebleeding,yes.”
My eyes darted to the corner of the table leg where he’d hit his head. There was a matching smear of blood there. Carefully, I cradled Ken’s head in my hands and lifted it so I could see the back of his head. His brown hair was stained red as the blood bloomed there like aflower.
I sat there, dumbfounded, staring at his open wound. Why would he do that to himself? Why didn’t he just letmefall?
Slowly, Ken grunted and got to his feet. As soon as he was standing, he carefully helped me up and put an arm underneath mine to steady me. He led me back to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the mattress. Then he kneeled down and examinedmylegs.
“The bruising is starting to fade,” he commented. “Right now, your muscles are probably just weak from disuse. We should do some exercises for that, and soon you’ll be as goodasnew.”
I had no idea why he was talking about my legs right now when he had a bleeding, open wound inhishead.
“We can start tonight, if you’d like,” he said, looking up at me with a smile. “Work is over and I have nothing better to do than spend timewithyou.”
Something about the way he said that made my heart race. I pointed weakly to his wound. “Yourhead- “
“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about that,”hesaid.
But I couldn’tnotworry. Something came over me - an overwhelming urge I couldn’t ignore. Before I knew it, I found myself shifting into my wolf form. Ken watched with wide eyes, both confused and intrigued, until my wolf sat atophisbed.
