Chapter Eight

**Myra**

Since waking up in the clinic a couple of hours ago, Myra finally had a moment to herself. She laid back in her bed, sighing heavily with a ridiculous smile spread across her face.

She still had the new baby smell on her, causing her to smile. Myrielle needed to return to her room since she was about to be discharged with the baby. She promised to visit again once they have settled all the necessary paperwork and got the baby into a comfortable routine.

Megan alleged that she felt gross and smelt like a horse’s ass and was in dire need to soak in her tub for three days straight. It felt good to tease her once again. But, Myra knew all of Megan’s smiles were fake; she was hurting emotionally, just like how Myra felt physically. She was only putting on a brave face for all to see.

"*I can’t believe four days ago, I was carefree, dancing with Megan in Ivy; only to have my world turn upside down. Who the hell would want to attack me?*" Myra thought.

She threw the covers off her body and took stock of her fading injuries. Her right hand was still in a brace as the broken bone was still healing.

"*Broken bones tend to take the longest to heal. But it should be okay by now.*" Myra thought, wiggling her fingers gently and felt a slight twinge of pain. ”*Some residual pain, but not that bad.*"

She rolled up her hospital gown with her left hand and gazed at the scar on her right side. Doctor Jade had recently removed the bandage off of it. At first, the wound appeared a violent shade of red, but now the scar was a healthy shade of pink as it continued to fade.

She lifted her partially healed right leg, depending on how she turned her leg or the lighting; she could still see the faint teeth marks on it.

"*What the hell? It’s like they were trying to chew through my leg.*" She thought as she placed her leg back down on the bed.

A nurse should be coming by soon to remove her catheter and help her take a shower.

"*How humiliating.*" She thought, ignoring the tube leading to the bag hanging on the side of the bed. She groaned in frustration as she pushed her gown back down and stared up at the popcorn ceiling.

Her eyes eventually drifted closed, and she listened to her surroundings. She heard the doctors and nurses go about their daily tasks as well as individuals coming and going in the clinic.

However, she unconsciously focused on one particular heartbeat, as it seemed to match her own. Her eyes sprung open as she felt the warm sensation of a hot flash creeping up her body. But this time, it was different. It felt like being sensually caressed by someone during a steamy make-out session. The feeling caused her to squirm and squeeze her legs tightly.

"*Son of a bitch! Not now.*"

She bit her lips to smother her moans when she caught wind of Sloan’s signature scent. Unfortunately, this only heightened her sexual desires. Her left hand started creeping down her body when Sloan’s voice pierced the air.

“Glad to know, it’s not only me.”

“Shit!” Myra blushed as she grabbed the sheets and threw them over her head. She heard him chuckled, followed by the closing of the door. His soft footsteps echoed quietly in the room, signalling he was still there and was approaching her bed. She shivered under the covers, and he laughed some more.

The sound only fuelled her desires.

“Please, don’t stop on my accord. Your scent has only intensified. And, it’s heavenly, Angel.”

Her vixen purred as his voice grew nearer.

Myra continued pressing her legs together so tightly that she feared they would snap against each other. Her hands trembled as he tried to control the need to touch herself and alleviate the ache.

She then felt Sloan gently running his fingertip over her arms through the covers.

She gasped as the unexpected orgasmic feeling of achieving her release erupted from her. She whimpered and shivered as the sensation rocked through her.

Sloan laughed once again and inhaled deeply. “Wow... by simply touching you?”

Myra pushed the covers off her face, completely embarrassed by her actions and determine to address him. However, Sloan’s smug face was hovering inches above hers. His grey eyes were almost white, and his canines were elongated.

All coherent thoughts fled her as she sensed he was fighting for control with his animal spirit. Her vixen rolled onto her back, displaying her underbelly and whining in need.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She tried to sound unaffected by his presence. ”*Thank goodness the doctor removed me from the heart monitor.*"

“Denial is only a river in Egypt... you, my little Angel, are mine.”

His words of ownership sent a shiver of need down her spine. Before she could respond, a nurse walked into the room.

“We have much to talk about, but later. I believe this woman has a job to do.” He quickly kissed her on the forehead and exited the room to provide her with some privacy.

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**Sloan**

"*Shit! I was ready to claim her, right there in that hospital bed. Damn, whoever would have heard them.*" Sloan struggled to control his wolf.

Her intoxicating scent was now ingrained in his memory; especially, the sweet, almost citrusy, scent of her sex.

When he entered her room, he had every intention of discussing their future; particularly, the events leading up to this Sunday’s full moon.

But that all went to hell as he gazed at the scene playing out before him. It was the most erotic, non-intercourse experience of his life.

He stood frozen in the doorway, staring at her exposed legs and the hint of the hidden pleasures between her thighs, just waiting to be thoroughly explored by him. When she started squirming and moaning, his wolf howled in discomfort.

All Sloan could have done was stare in agony. His undoing was when her uninjured hand started its slow descent down her body. He sensed that she had forgotten where she was, but he also knew she was fully aware of his presence in the room.

Before her hand could reach its target, he spoke up. He chuckled at her reaction and decided to confirm his suspicions that she was near to climaxing by gently touching her hand.

Even the way her honey coloured eyes brightened in both sexual release and embarrassment, which fed his own arousal.

"*What will you be like when I get you under me? Or have you ride us both to completion?*" He thought, adjusting his tightened pants.

“Alpha, you can go in now.” The nurse said as she exited with some covered medical instruments in a waste bag.

“Thank you.”

Re-entering her room, Sloan found himself stopping in his tracks once again as he took in the beauty of his mate. Myra was standing by the window, gazing out of it. It was clear to him that she wasn’t focusing on anything in particular in the garden outside.

The nurse had helped pull her messy curls into a light bun on top of her head, and the clinic gown was two sizes too big for her.

Her scent had changed after her shower. Now, her natural musk was overpowered by the hospital-grade soap supplied to the clinic.

“Damn, the soap is just as bad as the medication,” Sloan muttered, drawing her attention away from the garden towards him. He stared into her eyes, and he felt only warmth, comfort and the uncontrollable need to protect her with his life.

“I’m sorry?” She whispered.

“Nothing. How are you feeling?” He waved off her comment as he slowly crossed the room to get closer to her.

Now that he knew she was his to claim, being around her felt like two magnets finally drawn together.

Standing next to her, he realized how tiny she was. The top of her head barely reached his chest; this caused her to lift her head to look up at him. The evening sun highlighted the freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks.

“What’s happening to me?” She said breathlessly. Her eyes brightened, and the sweet, citrusy scent of her flooded his nostrils.

“Nothing is wrong with you. You are just feeling the rush of hormones and the various chemical compositions associated with the need to mate. It’s particularly intense when one is near to the other. I feel it too, don’t worry.”

“But I can’t be your mate...”

It wasn’t a full rejection, but Sloan still felt the crushing pain of being sucker-punched in the gut with a wrecking ball.

“What I mean is... can Alphas mate across species?”

“I don’t care about other Alphas. The only person I care about is you. It broke me seeing you lying on the ground bleeding out after the attack. But, nothing can compare to your near-rejection just now; it felt like a slap in the face.”

“What? No! I wasn’t rejecting you...” She panicked. Myra reached up and gently touched his bearded cheek. “I swear I wasn’t... Jesus, I am bad at this.”

“We are still ironing out the logistic of our pairing... but you should be more careful when you say certain phrases.”

“Classic me, brain and mouth filter failing at the worse opportune time... So, what happens now?”

Sloan smiled as the image of them fucking like rabbits crossed his mind. He pulled her into a light embrace, and it felt like two jigsaw pieces fitting perfectly together.

“Now, I have to court you and claim you by the next full moon.”

“Okay... and when is that?” She mumbled into his chest. He heard her purr as she nestled herself closer into his body and breathing in his scent.

“Sunday.” She stilled in his arms and looked up at him.

“That’s... 1, 2, 3, 4... 5! Five days from now.” She gasped.

“A very short courtship, I know... but if I don’t claim you by 10:15 pm on Sunday, another female could challenge you for the position as my Omega and mate.”

“Fuck me.”

“Gladly.”