Hagen, Lynn - Nicholas's Wolf [Brac Pack 14] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

“We’re not done with this,” his father shouted as he stomped away.

“Oh, yes we are,” Nicholas sang as he grabbed a chart and walked into the patient’s room.

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Nicholas got off the phone with Dr. Savant, the counselor he had sent Brent to. The guy had been true to his word and set up appointments to see her. He was glad Brent was getting the help he needed, and it took a load off of his mind.

Nicholas went back to scribbling in a chart he had been writing in before the phone call when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Looking around, his eyes scanned the floor. Nothing seemed out of place, but he couldn’t shake that feeling. Setting his pen down and flipping the chart closed, he handed the file to a nurse.

Something wasn’t right.

Nicholas pushed the door open and walked up the stairwell. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was pulling him in that direction, and as insane as it sounded, he followed. He followed the feeling until he found himself standing in front of the lab.

Scanning the hallway and finding no one there, he opened the door and went in.

“Hey, doc.” The hematologist waved him in.

“Hey, Tiny, how’s everything going?” Nicholas discreetly looked around the lab. Why couldn’t he shake this feeling? He walked over to the six-foot-three man sitting at his microscope.

“I was just about to check out that blood sample you gave me.”

“And?” Nicholas moved closer, the need to grab it and run hitting him strong.

“Give me a minute, let me check it out.” Tiny grabbed the vial and sat back down, setting the tube of blood on the counter next to him. Nicholas had to get that vial. Lunging forward, he grabbed it from the table. His actions looked manic and his thought process erratic as he stared at the crimson tube in his hand.

“Problem, doc?” Tiny sat there with his eyes trained on Nicholas.

“This was a personal favor.” Nicholas spoke to the vial as he let it roll in the palm of his hand, watching the hemoglobin move around its glass housing.

“I know. That’s why I couldn’t get to it right away.”

Nicholas shook his head. “No need, I’ve changed my mind.” Pocketing the tube, he smiled at Tiny.

“You okay?” Concern crossed Tiny’s brow.

“Yeah, it’s just been a long night.” Nicholas backed away and pushed out of the lab. The door snicked closed as Nicholas wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He looked to the far end of the hallway. A man was standing there, his eyes set on Nicholas.

Run!

Nicholas walked quickly to the elevator, waited on its descent to his floor as the man moved faster toward him.
Come on,
he thought as he repeatedly smashed the button.

The doors dinged open, and Nicholas jumped on, slapping the door close button repeatedly as he hit the ground floor button. The man yelled as the doors slid together.
Shit.
His heart was beating out of his chest. He had to get out of here. Nicholas had no idea why he was doing this, but something told him the stranger wouldn’t stop until he had that vial, some inner instinct making him protect it.

He hit the stop button on the elevator as he extracted his cell phone.
Please pick up.

“Doctor?”

Nicholas blew out a breath. “Maverick, someone’s after me, and I need you to come get me now.”

“Where are you?”

Nicholas could hear sheets rustling in the background. Well, at least the wolf was taking him seriously. “Between the second and first floor.”

Chapter Four

Jason lay in his bed feeling as though the world were lying on his back. The horrified look stared him in the face nonstop since Nicholas left. Those hazel eyes wouldn’t go away. They even chased him into his sleep.

He groaned as he rolled over, punching the pillow from frustration. Jason missed Nicholas, wanted to feel those soft lips on his again, arms snaking around him and pulling him closer. His hand skated down his chest. A growl ripped from him when he felt the scars under his palm. For once in his life, he wished he could be someone else, someone his mate deserved. Not this throwaway that was lying here pitying himself.

“Jason!” Alpha Maverick pounded on his door. His bedroom door swung open, making Jason jump up. He became angry that he couldn’t even get time to himself in his own damn room.

“This is my bedroom. Can’t I at least have respect enough here for you to wait until I invite you in?” He didn’t care that he was speaking to the Alpha this way. Jason had to fight for something in his life, and the right to his privacy was all he had. He quickly pulled a shirt over his head, covering his scarred chest.

“Fine. I just wanted to inform you that your mate is in trouble and we’re heading to the city to get him. So go on back to whatever it was you were doing.” Maverick left his door open as he walked away.

“Crap.” Jason shoved his feet into his boots and ran after Maverick. His heart beat out of his chest wondering what was going on with the physician. He would kill anyone who harmed Nicholas.

“Glad you decided to join me,” Maverick tossed over his shoulder as he joined the other men in the foyer. “Okay, move out,” the Alpha yelled to the Sentries, and the Timber wolves all raced from the front door, climbing into their trucks as they tore from the gravel drive.

Jason rode with Tank, his eyes trained on the road as his thoughts jumped from one scenario to the next. “Did Maverick say what kind of trouble the physician is in?”

Tank looked over at the Grey wolf. “No, he just said we needed to get there as fast as possible.”

Jason leaned over, looking at the speedometer. “Can’t you go any faster?”

“I’m going over one hundred. You want me to hit the red button?” Tank quirked an eyebrow.

Jason glanced up at him. “Huh?”

“You know, men in…never mind.” Tank shook his head.

“Is it much further?”

“Not far now.” Tank chuckled. “You know, Papa Smurf?” he groaned and shook his head, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride.

The trucks pulled into the emergency parking lot, the warriors all getting out, congregating over by the Alpha.

“I need you guys to be subtle. This hospital is full of humans. Go in, scout around. If you locate Jason’s mate, walk him out slowly. I’m guessing we have some rouges in there, try not to shed blood. Call if you find him,” Maverick instructed.

Jason felt a twinge when the Alpha referred to the physician as his mate. Looking up at the building, he saw humans walking in and coming out, some just standing out front. Where they all here to see Nicholas?

They only had one wolf physician. Shifters could pretty much heal all on their own. Was there only one human physician? It didn’t seem right, there were too many humans. Jason cursed himself for his isolation and lack of knowledge. The least he could have done was watch television to figure some of this out, but television had never interested him. He never even left the Den to go places when the other warriors went out.

“Jason, you’re with me,” Maverick called over to him.

He followed the Alpha, his eyes darting everywhere for Nicholas. Did this many humans need help? George had told him that humans could heal themselves with the small stuff but that they were fragile compared to the wolves. They needed medicine and operations to help them when their bodies couldn’t do it on their own.

“Keep an eye out for your mate. We need to get him out of here.”

Jason nodded. He noticed more humans with those white coats like Nicholas wore, but none of them were Nicholas. “There are a lot of humans here,” he whispered.

Maverick smiled kindly at him. “I know, we’ll be out of here as soon as we locate him. Just stay with me.”

Jason flinched when Maverick grabbed his arm and pulled him back the way they came. “Montana and Storm found him. I can see them. Let’s go.”

Jason practically ran to the exit. A growl ripped from him when he saw the big mountain called Montana with his arm around his mate’s shoulder. He wanted to tear him apart.

“Montana, get your fucking arm off of him.” Tank cuffed the guy in the back of his bald head. “He’s Jason’s mate, are you nuts?”

Jason pulled Nicholas away, glaring at the Sentry. A hand snaked around his waist, an arm pulling him close. Jason looked down to see Nicholas looking up at him, his eyes smiling.

“Hi.” His mate leaned up, trying to kiss him again. Jason released him but stayed close.

“Let’s go. Those rogues won’t stay clueless for long.” Maverick waved his arm, signaling everyone to roll out. Jason pulled Nicholas into the truck with Tank, putting him by the door, away from the other Sentry.
Mine.

“He should be in the middle, Jas. The door makes him vulnerable.” Tank started the motor, putting the truck in gear and pulling out. Jason gave a low growl.

“I’m just saying. Believe me, George would kick my ass back to his Wyoming if I even looked at your mate cross-eyed.” Tank chuckled as he pulled onto the highway.

Jason knew the Timber wolf was right, but putting his mate next to the wolf didn’t sit well. Glaring at Tank, Jason reached down, placed his hand on the physician’s waist, and gently pulled him over his lap, setting him in the middle. He watched Tank’s hands, making sure both of them stayed on the wheel.

“Hey, doc, heard you needed rescuing.” Tank spoke to Nicholas but never looked at him. This satisfied Jason. Nicholas moved closer to him, settled himself into the crook of Jason’s arm, and exhaled softly.

“Something like that.” Nicholas smiled up at Jason from under his lashes. Jason’s cock bulged in his jeans. The urge to lie him down across the bench seat and claim him was strong. He glanced over at Tank, who had a smirk on his face. Jason growled low, pulling Nicholas tighter to his body.

“Promise not to watch.” Tank chuckled.

Jason glanced into the back seat. It was small, just an extended cab, but they could fit. “Pull over.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jas.” Tank looked over at him.

“I just need to get into the back seat.” Jason encouraged Nicholas to climb back there by lifting him up by his waist and turning him.

“I won’t crash. Go ahead and climb back there with him, and I can’t believe I’m telling you to do that.” Tank shook his head.

Jason climbed after his mate, Nicholas crawling into his lap as soon as Jason turned and sat. His mouth trailed kissed down Jason’s neck as his hands pulled at his shirt. He had performed in front of others before. There was no privacy when he was in Jackson’s clutches. Tank sitting in the front seat didn’t bother him. But Tank seeing Nicholas naked did.

The feeling to shield them melted away when Nicholas grabbed his cock through his jeans. Jason spread his legs as his head thunked the window behind him. Nicholas reached in, grabbing Jason’s hardened cock, and pulled it free, his thumb gliding over the head, smearing pre-cum, and making Jason forget who he was.

Nicholas took his mouth, kissing him ravishingly. Jason slid Nicholas’s white coat off, pulled the green top over his head. He liked the pajama-like garments the guy was wearing. It made getting to him easier. Nicholas lifted up as Jason pulled his pants down. Nicholas’s cock sprang free, and it was hard. The head was a deep red, clear liquid leaking out.

“We need condoms.” Nicholas moaned as Jason licked his nipples.

“What are those?” Jason breathed around the taut peak.

“No you don’t, doc. We can’t give or get human diseases,” Tank informed him from the front seat.