Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
Quickly Grace came into the room with a bottle of spring water. “Dab some of that onto her lips.” Then she handed him an ice pack. “And place that over that ugly bump on her head.”
“It’s bruising already,” commented Trick. “She’s gonna be pissed, walking round with that egg on her head.”
“Is she alright?” asked Greta. She shrugged when all eyes widened and focused on her. “Not that I care. I’m just wondering.”
“Hi there gorgeous, you’re awake,” crooned Marcus. Instantly everyone crowded around the sofa.
Too distracted by the realization that Lovette had come round, Kodak didn’t even shoot his enforcer a scowl for using an endearment with his mate.
“Hey, baby, you okay? You scared twenty years off my life.”
Damn that light was bright. Lovette groaned as sharp, icy pains began shooting rhythmically through her head. Oh God, she wasn’t going to throw up, was she? She sure felt like it. Confused and dazed, she peered around her to see the entire pack hovering.
Grace pushed her way through the enforcers. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like my head has been stomped on. Repeatedly. By a giant.” Tentatively she brought her hand to her forehead and moaned at the feel of the bump. Realizing she was on the floor, she tried pulling herself up, but her body was like jello and her elbows gave out. She slipped onto her back again, but that was okay because she didn’t feel like doing anything.
Carefully, Kodak scooped her up and held her against his chest. Begrudgingly he allowed the stubborn woman to take over holding the ice pack to her head. “You really fucking scared me.”
“Do you feel dizzy, honey? Disorientated?” asked Grace, biting her lower lip.
Was she kidding? “I blacked out, of course I do.”
“What about headaches. Do you have one? These are all signs of concussion.”
“A headache?” Kodak pointed to the bump on her head. “What do you think?”
Grace rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine. Keep that ice pack on that bump.”
“Can’t you heal it?” asked Trick.
Lovette shook her head. “Healers can’t heal themselves.”
“That’s okay,” said Grace. “I know a remedy that’ll clear that right up. Ice, egg whites, and chocolate.”
“Huh?”
“I told you, chocolate is the answer, no matter the question.”
Dominic frowned. “I thought that was sex.”
Dante bumped Grace aside, startling a hmph sound from her. She kicked him in the shin and then left the room – presumably heading to the kitchen to mix up her weird concoction. Dante didn’t even flinch at the kick. “So what happened? Did you fall?”
She frowned. Now that the haze had begun to clear, a very important detail struck her. “Someone…”
“Someone what?” pressed Kodak, breezing his thumb along her jaw.
“It felt like someone grabbed my ankle.”
“There was no one there when I got there.”
“Someone grabbed my ankle,” she said with more conviction. “They grabbed it, and they pulled it to make me fall. Then I was being dragged down the steps.” She lifted her hands and stared at the burning abrasions on her palms. If the same burning and tingling coming from her elbows and knees were anything to go by, she had similar abrasions there.
“That’s probably just from when you placed your hands out to break your fall.”
Dante took a closer look and shook his head. “No, those are scrapes…You can see where the skin was peeling like her hands were dragging along the floor.”
“Okay, well maybe she slipped down a few steps.”
“I didn’t slip.”
Not liking what this could mean, Kodak shook his head. He didn’t want to believe it. “Baby…No one here would hurt you.”
Her brow arched. “Oh really?”
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New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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