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“Room seven.” He immediately pulls away, which is the norm for my quiet brother.
“Maia’s in there,” I say, gesturing to the feeding room. Alex nods, his eyes locked on the door, and I know he’s going to be the best one for her right now. “You go handle our girls, and I’ll go find out what’s going on.”
“Good.” He strides up towards the door, and I move towards the room this rogue wolf is occupying.
I ignore the stare from the receptionist as I stride up the long corridor, and it’s a good thing that ours is at the very end. I come to a stop outside of room seven, and I’m surprised that it’s soundproofed.
Then again, for confidentiality reasons, I suppose it makes sense.
I push the door open and take in the scene in front of me. If you ignored the people, it would just be a standard doctor’s office. There’s a medical bed in the corner of the room, with some white paper over it, and a sink with some cupboards underneath.
In the opposite corner, there’s a large desk, with two small bookshelves on either side. There’s two chairs by the door for the patient, and a desk chair, which is currently in use.
In terms of the people in here, there’s a hideous man tied up in the chair with a shiner on his chin. It’ll probably be healed in another ten minutes or so, but I’m curious to know which of my brothers hit him.
Seb’s rifling through Dr Thomas’s things as Topher sits on the bed in front of the invader with a calculating look on his face.
“Welcome, brother,” Topher says, sounding a little crazed. His eyes are flickering between gold and hazel as he looks at me, and I know Orion’s probably feeling the same way Fluffy is—vengeful. “It seems our mate has some very good instincts, since she could sense the absolute filth coming off of him.”
“Her instincts are too good, one might say,” I say, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. I lock it for good measure, not wanting any human to stumble across this scene. “Now what the fuck is someone like him doing in our territory?”
His scent is strong, and I can detect the disgusting underlying smell of his alpha and luna. You know those smells that have imprinted your brain for all the bad reasons? That’s his alpha and luna. They’re assholes, and their woodsy scent makes my nose burn.
But the fact that I can scent him here and not in the waiting room makes no sense to me whatsoever. His stench clings to everything in this room, the basil and rosemary agitating me and my wolf.
“You’re here just in time to find out,” Topher says, kicking the good doctor in the shin. The man flinches but stays silent.
“He’s a weasel,” Fluffy says as I eye the doctor up and down.
“He’s disgusting,” I reply. His hair is dark, and his eyes are an ugly brown. He’s wearing some expensive trousers, and his shoes are real leather, so he’s clearly got some money behind him.
He’s muscular but not overly so, and his wolf is a decent level. Sure, even I could overpower him, but we don’t know what hold his alpha and luna have over him.
We don’t know who is involved here, so we need to tread carefully.
“Tell me why you’re here,” Topher demands, and he and Orion are merged together, emitting a very strong, dominant aura that has even me cowering back and wanting to obey.
“To assess the parentage of Phoebe Blake.” The words are yanked out of the doctor’s mouth without his permission, and it doesn’t matter how hard he’s trying to resist the call.
“And who is the suspected parent?” Topher asks, still using his alpha voice.
“Ryan Grey.”
Well, this isn’t good.
“What happened to Ryan Grey?” Topher stands, advancing towards the wolf. The dark-haired man shakes as Seb coughs. I turn to see my other brother, and he gestures for me to come and look.
“Smell this,” Seb says, shoving the napkin at me. I frown, seeing how it’s identical to the one we found the other day. They’re not written on this time, but they’re the warm white and monogrammed with Ryan.
What the actual fuck is this?
“Smell,” he repeats, his word a demand.
I take a whiff and frown, turning back to Topher. The napkin smells like Dr Thomas, but there’s not a single hint of his wolf. I’m not as good as Seb?—
“No, you’re better,” Fluffy says confidently.
I roll my eyes. “My sense of smell is nowhere near as strong as Seb’s. It’s his only good trait, don’t get me wrong, but in this area, he is better.”
