Page 15 of Wild Games
Well, let them wonder.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” His rough voice carries easily across the distance between us, and his deep, husky tone slithers down my spine like a soft caress.
“To find someone useful,” I snap without looking back, rolling my shoulders to rid myself of the pleasant sensation that just hearing his voice gives me. He gives a frustrated rumble at my sassy tone, but I press on. “I have some questions for your healers about what’s been going on. Your report was a bit light on detail.”
Another growl.
It wasn’t, in fact. The report was incredibly professional and well put together, but at this moment, I feel like being a bitch.
“You can get me those records while I speak with them, face to face.”
A few minutes away from him might help me calm down.
The main packhouse looms ahead, and I have to admit that it’s impressive, even in my current bad mood. The previousalpha, Graham Reynolds, made it appear outwardly that the pack was very successful. All the while, slowly losing his mind, he was tearing the pack apart with his abusive behaviour.
There are rumours that he killed his first mate. And almost killed Jax when he was a teen, pushing Dean to step up and challenge for the alpha title.
There are also rumours that Jax has never been the same since.
Pushing down the sympathy I feel for him growing up in a pack like this, I veer left, following the scent of herbs and antiseptic that always marks a pack clinic. The door is solid wood with a frosted glass panel reading, ‘PACK HEALER.’
Perfect. Hopefully, they can give me some answers.
I push through with a soft knock. The space is smaller than I’d expected, with an examination table taking up the centre, surrounded by supply cabinets that reach the ceiling. A desk in the corner overflows with paperwork and medical texts. The single window provides dim afternoon light, while a door to one side suggests more beds for patients can be found that way.
As Jax enters behind me, I turn to stare at him. His scent is everywhere, which means he’s here regularly. His masculine scent is ingrained on every surface in the room. Is he unwell?
When I glance at Jax, he’s watching me, but I refuse to ask him. His medical problems are none of my business if our bond is soon to be broken. My wolf vehemently disagrees, panicking that there might be something seriously wrong with him, but I ignore her whining.
“I need to speak to whomever runs this place.”
With a smug tilt of his lips, Jax steps around me, all tall, muscly and arrogant, and slides into the desk chair, turning it in a full circle and picking up a stethoscope before hanging it around his neck as he spins.
When he comes back around to face me, he leans back, his crooked smile devastatingly cocky, and says, “That would be me.”
I glare at him where he’s looking up at me, arms crossed over his broad chest, legs spread out in front of him. The pose draws attention to his bulging biceps, and I hate that I notice how tanned and gorgeous they are.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I grit out, throwing my hands out to the side.
One dark eyebrow rises. “You didn’t ask. Just demanded to speak to someone useful.”
He knew I wanted to speak to the healer. He could’ve at least saved us both some time by confessing that it was him.
“I said I neededthe pack healer,” I hiss, taking a step toward him, blood boiling in my veins.
“And here I am.” His golden eyes hold mine, completely unrepentant for behaving like a child.
I suck in a deep breath to calm my fraying temper, but all it does is drag more of his intoxicating scent into my body, leaving me pissed off and horny, an utterly confusing combination.
“You’re the healer that saved Wyatt from wolfsbane poisoning?”
He nods, expression a little less playful now.
“I helped. Wyatt’s wolf is a beast. I’m not sure anyone else could have pulled through.”
He’s trying to be modest and downplay his role, but it’s impressive, nonetheless.
From what I understand, it was a nasty stab wound to start with, and between the high dose of wolfsbane delivered straight into his bloodstream, and Wyatt refusing treatment until his mate was safe, it’s a miracle he survived.