“I’m her head alpha, and I’m taking her out of here. You locked her in a room, turned off her monitors, and disabled the call button. You’re making her sick,” I shouted, clutching Grace’s clammy body to my chest, as I threw a sheet over her.
The doctor looked confused. “Locked? We unlocked it when the police left. It took a moment to make sure she was cleared, but her mateswerenotified that they could see her.”
“I literally had to kick her door in–and no one notified any of us.” I brushed past the doctor.
“You probably just missed the text. You can’t just take her,” the doctor said.
“Watch me. How can you even call yourselves medical professionals? No one should be treated like this, especially someone whose mate was stabbed. She should have been movedin with him as soon as he was out of surgery, not locked in a room and denied us.” I carried her toward the exit. “It’s going to be okay, Little Butterfly. I’ve got you.”
“Security, security,” shouted the guy in pink scrubs who said he’d called us.
“It’s a good thing my arms are full, or I’d punch you. You didn’t call us. Are you the one who locked her in? Did you turn off the monitors? Certainly, you didn’t bring her a blanket or dinner. I’ll have your license. If anything happens to her, so help me,” I growled.
“She’s a fucking variant. She shouldn’t even be here,” he snapped back.
Moving Grace to my right arm, my left fist hit him in the face.
“Variant? What the fuck are you talking about? She’s a gamma and mated to Spencer fucking Thanukos. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I snarled. “Even if she was, how dare you treatanyonelike that? Don’t you all swear oaths?”
The scent of her spiral was strong, and everyone in this unit probably knew what it meant.
“Let’s take her back into her room. We’ll get her some medicine and blankets. You can stay with her. Spirals can be dangerous,” the doctor said.
Security ran over. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes. We’re wasting time. I need to get her to her mates since not only did this spiral happen on your watch, you caused it,” I snapped, wishing I had time to punch that nurse again, but continuing to stride down the hallway instead.
“I think you should bring her back to her room.” A security guard blocked me.
My growl filled the hallway–a primal noise that made some of the staff shake.
“And let you hurt her more? You’ll be hearing from our lawyers.” Holding Grace tight, I broke into a run, taking herdown the hallway and going past the desk. No one messed with our pack–or treated us like this.
The woman at the desk shot me a startled look. “Wait, should you–”
Ignoring her, I burst through the doors, the guard looking surprised.
“Don’t fucking try me, they could have killed her,” I called, as I kept moving. I’d already wasted too much time.
“Hold on, Grace.” I headed straight for the stairs. “We’re going to get you tucked in next to Spencer. Evan can snuggle with you. Wes and Jett are there, too. Riley even saved you some pizza.”
Exiting on the second floor, I ran straight past the desk and the nurses' station.
“Wait, sir?” Someone called after me.
“She’s spiraling, I need to get her to her mates,” I yelled, still not stopping.
I ran into the room, and everyone looked at me. Evan sat on the couch between Jett and Wes. Riley was on her phone.
“Here you go, Little Butterfly. You cuddle right there,” I whispered, tucking her into Spencer’s good side.
“I smell that. What the fuck happened?” Wes stood up.
“Evan, can you squish in here so that she’s in between you two? Your snuggles fixed her last time. Can someone get another blanket? She’s only in her bathing suit.” I covered her with the one on the bed.
“I will.” Riley ran out.
“Fuck.” Evan squashed into the bed, sandwiching her between him and Spencer. “I’ve got you, Peaches. You’re safe here between Spencer and me. Wes is with us.”
