“No! Take me with you!” She insists, pushing herself up on wobbly legs.
“They’re going to be in rough shape, Sugar. If you had trouble watching their fight, you’re probably going to have trouble seeing them get treated by the Doc.”
She clutches the fluffy blanket to her chest, paling slightly at my words before her back straightens. There’s a spark of steely determination in her emerald green eyes, flashing in the dim light from the string lights I hung up against the wall last week.
“I have to see them. I—I need to make sure they’re okay with my own two eyes.”
“Okay,” I nod. “When you see them, they may not look okay, but they will be, I promise. Alpha’s heal quick, especially with the booster doses they took before the fight.”
She gives me a jerky nod, her breath still a little unsteady.
“You should get changed, Sugar. I bet you probably want to get out of that getup.”
Her nod this time is a lot more eager.
I head out to the living room to give her privacy and flop down onto the couch. Tonight was a long fucking night.
I’m not used to talking to as many people as I did. Even more people came up to me after we won the fight than before.
There was a big difference between the curious interestof the people who spoke to me before and the eager hunger of those who came up to me after the win.
I hated it.Ifeel like I need a shower, being around those kinds of people, and their slimy, sleazebag looks were mostly reserved for Mirabelle, who knelt at my side for the remainder of the evening through the next fights.
I can only imagine how Mirabelle feels after tonight.
She appears in the doorway in a pair of forest green sweatpants I bought her and one of my hoodies. My heart thumps in my chest, just like it always does when I see her wearing my clothes.
When I was buying her clothes, I only bought her one hoodie of her own and to my absolute delight, it’s remained untouched in my closet since it arrived.
“You ready to go?” I extend my hand to hers and she takes it, weaving our fingers together in a way that seems to settle the anxious part of my brain that’s been on high alert.
“Yeah,” she nods.
“You good to walk?” I ask as I hold the door open for her.
“Mhm.”
I guess she’s not in her usual chatty mood. Makes sense, given the circumstances.
Even though she seems to be walking fine, I still make the executive decision to grab one of the golf carts so she doesn’t have to walk to the stable.
“Rowan!” My Uncle Jerry calls out to me, standing outside the supply trailer.
The last thing I want to do is talk to any of my family, including my Uncle Jerry, even if he’s mostly harmless, when it comes to me, but the Doc is standing next to him too.
I let out a soft groan as I steer the golf cart towards them.
“Gotta make a pit stop, sorry, Sugar. Know you’re eager to see the guys.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbles, playing with the hem of my hoodie.
“What’s up?” I ask, putting the golf cart in park in front of the two alphas.
“Just wanted to say congratulations, my boy!” Uncle Jerry says, coming towards me, his arms wide as if he expects a hug. “You had a massive success tonight!”
I pat him awkwardly on the back as he slams his meaty hand into me. Good thing my ribs are feeling better from the beating I got from Jett last month or that would’ve fucked me up.
“Yeah,” I say, awkwardly, not really sure what to say. I turn my gaze to Doctor Stetson, who’s gaze lingers on Mirabelle’s. “Hey Doc.”
