Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

James POV

I saw Linda on the sofa lying helplessly while her clothes were in disarray and upside down. I saw a brief flash of a guy's face before he jumped out of the window and ran away.

In a flash, I was on the window and so ready to jump and go after him to snap his neck in half. When I heard a low and weak voice.

“James. Help me.” Linda said and a sense of déjà vu hit me. The scene of how we first met each other flashed before my eyes. I growled at where the bastard had escaped and returned to Linda.

Her eyes were half lidded close and her lips were parted open as she said my name over and over again. I would have felt like a fucking king if she was saying this when I was buried deep in her but this was not the case right now.

I knelt down beside her. Pulling back her ruffled clothes and pushing back her messed up hair. Sliding my arm behind her back, I brought her up in a sitting position when I heard her say, “I'm hot.”

Hurriedly, I picked her up and heard her mumbling.

“James. Michael. Help me. I'm hot. I'm so hot. The temperature is way too high.” I heard her say. Her words, “I'm hot”, made my dick twitch in my pants. I stared at her, limp in my arms yet trying to pull off her clothes to get rid of them.

I spun around to get her out of the room when, at the same time, the door slammed open and Michael walked in.

His chest was heaving like he had run a marathon while his eyes took in the scene in front of him.

His serious and worried face turned into a furious one as he saw the state of Linda in my arms. He looked into my eyes and I snapped into action.

I speed — walked in the guest bedroom with her in my arms. With long steps, I reached her bed and placed her there. Her eyes were still half closed and with weak hands, she was trying to pull her clothes away.

I was about to pull her hands away when I was thrown against the wall harshly. A low growl escaped my mouth and I stood up straight without staggering. Like someone hadn't just thrown me into the wall with the intention to crush my skull.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Michael snarled at me. Rolling my shoulders, I strode towards him. Resolute to break his all teeth. He would deserve it.

However, just as I was going to grab his collar, Dr. Moore stepped between us and stopped me with his hand on my shoulder while glaring at me. I returned his glare without any hesitation and his eyes flickered a bit.

“Solve this matter outside this room. I need to check on her.” He bit out. The mention of Linda brought both me and Michael out of our trance and my lust for blood. While our gaze shifted to Linda. She had gone somewhat still, but she was still stirring a bit. I saw her skin was reddening and a rash type of thing was appearing on her neck.

“What is wrong with her?” I asked worriedly to Dr. Moore. He walked to her in a hurry. I saw his worried expressions and I felt a twitch of worry myself.

If whatever Linda was going through worried Dr. Moore then certainly it was something that we should worry about. He knelt down and checked her pulse.

“What...?” Michael started asking but Dr. Moore cut him off harshly with one word.

“Out. Both of you.” His harsh tone ignited flames in Michael's eyes, but I grabbed him by his arm and dragged him outside. I slammed the door behind us, giving Dr. Moore privacy that he asked to examine Linda.

Once again, I was slammed on the wall while Michael got on my face, snarling.

“I asked you a question.” He demanded. I snarled back and pushed him away. He backed off, most probably because he saw my on — the — edge expression.

“Some asshole was on her. Escaped before I could even reach the window. Only got a glimpse.” I told him. His eyes flashed back and forth before he yelled.

“Adan.”

Adan appeared in front of our eyes in a flash. Michael pinned him with a glare.

“I thought I told you to keep an eye on Linda.” He growled at him. And I also pinned him with a glare.

“Today you freed me from my duties. Remember? You told me that you will take care of her today.” He snapped back. And ignored me.

Michael straightened and looked at me.

“You sent someone to track that bastard? His smell would disappear soon?” He questioned me. I ran my hands through my hair and cursed.

“Shit.” I spattered. His face changed into an even angrier one.

“You didn't send someone after to trace him?! His foul smell would disappear in seconds!” He shouted at me.

“Michael.” I heard dad's voice and stilled. All eyes darted towards dad who had a pissed of expressions on his face. He walked towards us. Then looked at Adan.

“Adan. Go and track the scent. If it was someone of our kind than his smell would still be there. At least that's what I hope for.” He told him. Adan bowed his head and Adan disappeared like wind.

After ordering Adan, he turned towards us.

Me particularly.

“Did you see his face?” He asked. I nodded my head. That guy's face is printed on my face. I remembered him clearly. I could even imagine slicing it off his body. Unfortunately, he was not someone I knew.

“Good. Now tell me how is Linda?” He asked us with his serious handling — pack — business look. Still stiff as always. Did he think this situation was normal pack business?

“We don't know. Dr. Moore is still checking on her.” Michael told him. Dad nodded his head in understanding. As if on cue, Dr. Moore opened the door and walked outside. All of our attention was now on him.

“What is wrong with her?” Michael and I spoke at the same time. Twin problems. Dr. Moore swiped the sweat on his brow.

“She was drugged. Someone gave her an aphrodisiac.” He told us and Michael and mine brows shot up in surprise.

“It caused her sexual desires to heighten. What's worse is that she was given a very strong dose of it, as well.” He told us. Clearing his throat, he continued.

“And it's already done its work. And it can't be forced out of her system with any medication. If we do give her something now, it will probably have side effects. It would do more harm than good.” He told us and then sighed.

“And?” I asked him. He looked somewhat embarrassed to speak his next lines.

“And it means that we need to get it out of her system in the most natural way possible.” He said. Michael and I exchanged looks.

“You have to mate with her today. Otherwise, she will have some serious problems.” He told us. His words made me swallow hard.

“Can't we just take her to the hospital?” Dad asked.

“We can, but we are a bit far away from the hospital, and it will worsen her condition.” He told him. Dad nodded stiffly. A look passed between Dr. Moore and him before he turned to us.

“You both will mate. Tonight.”