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Yes, you do. Don't ruin the new friendships with the other doctors.
His dragon had somehow ended up being one of the few in the world who cared about human-type rules and niceties. Probably out of necessity, since Maelon tended to be blunter and more honest than anyone liked.
He replied to his beast,I don't understand you sometimes.
His dragon huffed.Good. Dragons should be mysterious.
He nearly chuckled, but instead focused on Gregor. "Okay, but not for long. I'm helping Trahern with one of his formulas."
Gregor nodded and turned. "Let's just go down the hall, aye?"
The Scottish dragonman's usual humor was absent. Had something gone wrong? Had some of Maelon's suggestions for helping Jane Hartley made her condition worse?
No, that couldn't be it. He never gave suggestions unless they were sound, meaning the reward was greater than the risk.
They stopped in front of one of the smaller examination rooms. Gregor glanced at him and said, "Prepare yourself, lad."
He frowned at the cryptic remark, but then the Scot opened the door and walked inside. Maelon followed, but quickly stopped in his tracks as he noticed the female sitting in the room.
Not just any female, buther. The one with slightly wild, curly brown hair, pale skin dotted with freckles, and brown eyes that bordered on golden.
Much like that night he'd seen her across the room at the masquerade, her beauty stunned him a second. But then his rational side took charge again, and he asked, "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
The female flinched, and his dragon growled.Stop being an arsehole and be nicer.
His dragon was usually right about these things, so Maelon cleared his throat and said, "Apologies. I'm surprised, is all, and a bit confused."
Even with his awkward social skills, he knew that blurting out they'd shagged at a masquerade three months ago probably wasn't the best idea.
Then he really looked at the female—they'd never exchanged names—and noticed her eyes were slightly puffy, she had circles under her eyes, and she was far too pale. Something was wrong.
His doctor's instinct to help kicked in, and he walked over to her. He stopped right in front of her and was about to ask what was wrong when he was hit with a scent he'd hoped never to smell—his scent intertwined with a female's.
She was pregnant. With his child.
He took a few steps backward, trying to make sense of the situation.
Gregor's voice filled the room. "Aye, now you know. The question is—what do you plan to do about it?"
What was he going to do? He had no fucking idea, that was for sure.
His dragon growled.You may never have wanted a child, but the deed is done. Will you abandon him or her? Really?
You're just saying that because you've always wanted children.
No, I'm thinking of the human female. Look at her, really look at her. She's having a hard time carrying our child. If we don't help, she could die.
Maelon had never really had to worry about a human carrying a dragon-shifter's child before. Mostly because Snowridge hadn't had any human mates until their clan leader, Rhydian, had mated the human female named Delaney. By then, they'd had the means and knowledge to make her pregnancy easier. More than one, actually, as the pair seemed intent on repopulating Snowridge on their own.
But it was true—before Sid's research and trials, human females hadn't had high survival rates. And if this human female looked this bad this early, she needed treatment.
Specifically, shots of his dragon's blood would work best.
Maelon may never have wanted to be a father, but he had a deep-seated need to save lives. He couldn't willingly let her suffer. Which meant his life was about to change forever.
He cleared his throat. "I'll shift and need someone to draw some blood. She'll need it right away." He turned toward the door, but the female's American accent reached his ears. "Wait a second."
Frowning, he turned his head over his shoulder. "Yes?"
