I was waiting with Olivia near the hospital entrance when I spotted Dominic approaching from the parking lot. My heart skipped before I noticed something was wrong.
Blood stained his right sleeve, a concerningly large patch of crimson against the light fabric. His face was tight with pain, yet he moved with purposeful strides.
“Dominic, you’re bleeding!” I called out, rushing toward him. “What happened?”
He seemed not to hear me, his silver–gray eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. His jaw was clenched, and for a moment, I felt like prey being assessed by a predator. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin.
After what felt like an eternity, his tense posture relaxed. Whatever he’d been searching for, he seemed satisfied.
“It’s nothing,” he finally said, his voice rough. “Just a scratch.””
“That doesn’t look like ‘nothing‘ to me,” I argued, gesturing to his bloodied sleeve. “You need medical attention.”
Before he could respond, Dr. Nathan Lewis appeared through the hospital doors, his white coat billowing behind him.
“There you are!” he exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. “Why haven’t you been answering your calls? I’ve been trying to reach you for an hour!”
Dominic pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket–or what was left of it. The screen was shattered beyond repair.
“That explains it,” he said with a grimace. “What’s the emergency?”
Dr. Lewis shook his head. “False alarm. The enforcer is fine–just some minor bruising. Nothing serious.”
Olivia stepped forward, confusion written across her face. “Wait, what ‘pack member‘? What’s going on?”
Dr. Lewis glanced at her, then at me, seemingly realizing we weren’t aware of the situation.
“One of Dominic’s enforcers had what appeared to be a serious injury during training,” he explained. “I called Dominic when they
were brought in, but couldn’t reach him.”
“And you rushed here with your own injury?” I asked Dominic, gesturing again to his bloodied arm.
He shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. “It happened during a territory patrol. Nothing serious.”
I frowned, not believing him for a second. The wound looked deep, and judging by the amount of blood, it needed immediate
attention.
“At least let Dr. Lewis look at it while you’re here,” I insisted.
“It’ll heal,” Dominic replied dismissively.
Dr. Lewis stepped closer, exchanging a meaningful glance with Dominic. “The enforcer is asking for you. Room 307.”
Dominic nodded, his expression softening with what looked almost like concern. Without another word to us, he strode into the hospital, leaving Olivia and me staring after him in bewilderment.
“That was… strange,” Olivia commented, raising an eyebrow. “He came all this way, bleeding himself, for an enforcer who’s apparently fine?”
guess the enforcer must be important to him,” I mused, still staring at the hospital doors.
Dr. Lewis cleared his throat. “Domenic values all his pack members, especially his security team. They’re like family to him.”
With that cryptic statement, he excused himself and headed back inside, leaving us even more confused than before.
“Well, that was weird,” Olivia stated as we walked to her car. “Should we wait for him?”
I shook my head. “He didn’t even acknowledge us before leaving. I think we should just go.”
<Chapter 46: Keeping the Pup
As Olivia drove us away from the hospital, she couldn’t resist speculating about what we’d just witnessed.
“So,” she began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “who do you think this ‘enforcer‘ is to Dominic? Must be someone special to make him rush to the hospital like that.”
I hadn’t considered that possibility. “You think they’re… involved?”
Olivia shrugged dramatically. “Well, have you ever seen him with a female companion? I mean, romantically?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean anything,” I protested.
+4 Points >
“All I’m saying is, for all we know, Dominic could play for the other team. Or both teams!” Olivia laughed. “Maybe he likes male and female wolves. That would explain his apparent interest in you while also having a ‘special enforcer‘ he rushes to see.”
I rolled my eyes at her theories. “Olivia, stop. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I though?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “The man is gorgeous, powerful, and somehow still single. There’s got to be a reason.”
Despite myself, I laughed. Olivia’s playful banter was exactly what I needed after the emotional morning at the Territorial Registry Office.
“So,” Olivia said, her tone shifting to something more serious, “have you made a decision? About the pup?”
“You’re back,” I said, stating the obvious. “How’s your arm?”
He glanced down at it as if just remembering he was injured. “It’s fine.”
“It doesn’t look fine,” I countered. “Did you clean it properly?”
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