“Alpha Sion I am glad you are back. We have a lot to discuss.” I looked over my shoulder to see a woman wearing a long white jacket. Her auburn-colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she held a clipboard against her chest. It looked like she was a doctor.
I watched as Sion motioned for her to join him in the house. Her serious green eyes flickered my way as Conner opened the door to the house. I don’t know why but there was something in her eyes I didn’t like. It was silly since I didn’t know her but something inside of me didn’t like her.
I shook the uncomfortable feeling and turned my attention to my new home. My mouth parted as I looked at the wide-open room. To the right were wooden stairs that led to an open walkway exposing the second floor. The ceilings, walls and floor were all different shades of knotty pine. To my left was a den that had large bay windows surrounding the couches. In front of me I could see a wooden bar that was the only thing dividing the kitchen from the rest of the house. I could see some closed doors to my right under the stairs and a few more in the back. But mainly it was one big open concept. I loved it. It was beautiful. This place was at least two times larger than the Sulfur packhouse.
“See, that worked like a charm, eh?” I heard Logan chuckle as Conner continued to hold me.
“Conner… you can put me down…” I glanced up at him and he gave me a sheepish grin.
“I wasn’t sure where to put you because of your ankle.”
“Seriously? My bone isn’t broken and even if it was I’d rather crawl then be carried.”
“You mean carried by me… because you never seem to be in a hurry when you are in-” Conner started but then Sion walked in with the doctor looking woman. The woman’s green eyes were on me, and I met her gaze confidently. I wasn’t a timid female and wouldn’t break eye contact first.
Conner slowly lowered me to the ground as the woman glanced away from me to Sion.
“A new guest?” This is what she said but I am pretty sure she was saying who the fvck is that? I could see she didn’t like my presence, even a blind person would feel the daggers she was shooting at me.
“Yes, a very important one… she is my…” Sion’s eyes flipped up to mine and I could see the hesitation in his eye before he continued, “She is my personal masseuse.”
“I see. And why is she staying in the packhouse?” I watched as her eyes darted over to Logan and my luggage he had brought in.
Sion smiled as he looked at me. “What if I need her in the middle of the night? I can’t have her far away.”
“Indeed… well if there is an accident and she ends up pregnant I will take care of it.” My mouth parted as I stared at this she-devil. I felt my blood boiling but it was Sion that made the room feel colder suddenly. His eyes were dark and there was a murderous aura around him.
“You take your jokes too far today doctor… careful.”
“My you are in a mood today. It was just a joke, relax.” She fake laughed it off. But I was onto her. I lived with Taylor all my life. I knew this woman all too well. I understood her mannerisms… the fake laugh… always being aggressive as a joke. Oh yes… I knew her. Damn.it Sheena you better get you’re a.ss back here soon.
“Clover, this is the pack doctor Breanna Snyde.” Sion said still seemingly agitated.
“Call me Bree. I tell everyone to call me that but Sion here insists on calling me doctor.” She smiled up at Sion who didn’t even spare her a glance. “I have some numbers I’d like to go over with you, do you have time?”
“Not today. I’ll be busy impregnating my masseuse. I’ll look at the numbers tomorrow.” I inwardly winced as Sion said this. I looked at just call me Bree and could see fire in her eyes. She was angry but at the last second, I saw her swallow it down. Just as Taylor always did.
“Well, you’ve had a long day of travel. I’ll leave you to get settled. See you tomorrow Sion.” Bree said as she turned and walked out of the door. Well this is off to a great start. First woman I meet, and we already have a Taylor. Perfect. I wonder how many Taylor’s there are in this pack…
“It’s late… let’s get you to your room.” Sion’s eyes were locked onto mine and I slowly nodded my head.
“Hey Alpha! Do you want me to put this stuff in the room next to yours or should I just cut out the middle man and put them in your room?” I heard Logan chuckle as a crooked smile curled up over Sion’s lips. I watched as he raised his eyebrows up at me and an airy laugh escaped my lips. Is he serious? Does he think just because I got carried away a couple times kissing him that I was ready to hop in his bed?
“I’ll take an empty room Logan. It doesn’t need to be next to Sion’s.” A wide grin spread over Sion’s lips as I spoke. He began to chuckle and nodded his head over at Logan.
“Put them in the room next to mine.” Sion said as he walked towards me. “Would you like to see your room?”
It didn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking. “I can walk on my own. Seriously, I can barely notice it.” I lied. But I was over being carried. It was so degrading. I was a delta… wait a minute. I looked around the house and furrowed my brows.
“Is there a problem?” Sion asked noticing my expression.
“Where is your delta?” I asked and the room grew silent. I looked up to see a sad look in Sion’s eyes. Conner and Logan had a pained expression. I had thought it was odd before they didn’t bring him but I thought he was left back to take care of the pack. However, shouldn’t he be here to greet us? Their wounded faces told me there was something wrong… something happened to him. “Is he…” I couldn’t finish the sentence but I luckily didn’t need to.
“He is alive… he is going through some personal things right now. He doesn’t live in the packhouse now.” Sion sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “He stays on the outskirts of the pack territory. He is… he can be dangerous.”
Dangerous? Hmm… I was missing a lot of this story. I wouldn’t pry right now but I needed more information. It all seemed mysterious. I decided to change the topic. “Anyways my room…” I began to take a step and was annoyingly scooped up in Sion’s arms… again. He laughed as he looked at my agitated face.
Deep breaths Clover… deep breaths. These men have no idea what a fierce warrior I am. As soon as I get Sheena back, I’ll have to introduce them. I wouldn’t win against Sion in a sparring session, but I can give him something to think about.
Sion carried me up the stairs holding me close to his chest. He leaned his head down to mine and kissed the side of my head tenderly. “I’m so happy you are here.” He stepped into a room and my eyes widened as I looked around. I felt his hot breath fan my cheek as he whispered, “Welcome home sweetheart.”
I looked around the room in awe. There was a large white fluffy rug in the middle of the room. At the far end was a ledge with a large window. There was a fireplace, a television mounted on the wall, and against the other side was a king-size canopy bed.
“I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home. I hope you won’t be too comfortable in this room… the eventual plan would be to move you… into my room.” Sion cleared his throat a bit as Logan dropped the bags down.
“Do you need help unpacking?” Logan asked and I shook my head.
“I don’t need to give your alpha here another heart attack by seeing my lingerie,” I smirked up at Sion and watched as his ears began to turn red. “I can manage…but… you need to put me down.” His hazel eyes were on mine. Then he walked me over to the bed and slowly sat me down on the fluffy cloud. It seriously felt like I was floating sitting on this bed.
“I’ll unpack for you… you need to stay off of your ankle.” Sion muttered quietly as I smiled up at him.
“Sion, my ankle is fine. It will probably be completely better by tomorrow.” He tilted his head and I watched him shrug. “Humor me… I’m requesting to please unpack for you… please let me.”
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