Thanksgiving Week
“Boss, you look like shit. Go get some sleep.”
I turned away from my computer screen to look at Jessica, my now-18-year-old assistant, as she leaned against the doorway of my Pack House treatment room. These last two months had not been easy on her either. Eleven times I had delivered premature babies under duress, and eleven times she had taken the tiny infants to the warm, oxygenated bed.
And eleven times the baby was buried with the mother.
I told her it wasn’t her fault, but it was her job and she took it hard. “You too. The supplies don’t need to be sorted again.”
She turned to Carson, a young warrior who had volunteered to be her full-time security; now that she could be directly blamed for the deaths of the babies, the Alpha wanted her protected as well. Carson was sweet and good looking, they weren’t mates, but I could tell he liked her a lot. “Carson, I’ll see you two in the morning. No earlier than ten.”
“Yes Doc,” he said with a smile as he led her away. It was past midnight, and I was working myself to exhaustion trying to find a solution. There were only a handful of doctors left, the rest having been killed, or gone feral when their mates died. None of us had any ideas of how to stop it, what caused it, or how to treat it.
There wasn’t enough warning time. For the baby to have a chance, I would need to give it drugs to help the lungs develop earlier than normal. However, if you gave the injection and the baby wasn’t born in the next few days, it could cause permanent fetal damage. So far, no one had made it to 25 weeks.
The Luna was at twenty-four.
Alpha Clark was more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, as my mother used to say. I no longer had his confidence; that is what happens when you save no one. He asked me after dinner tonight if there was anything else I could try. There was one, but it was very dangerous, I said. “The issue we have with the mothers is that something is causing the placenta to detach, and the normal clotting process isn’t working,” I said. “No matter how fast I work, the patient is losing too much blood. Whatever it is spreads, causing more vessels to rupture. There is a drug, the military started using it in the Gulf War on soldiers suffering major blood loss. It’s given intravenously and works quickly. It functions to kickstart the clotting process, giving the doctors a chance to fix the damage before they bleed out.”
He leaned towards me. “Then GET IT. What are you waiting for? My mate is in danger here.”
I let out a breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “There are two reasons why I haven’t tried this yet. The first is that it is incredibly risky; even in soldiers, it greatly increases the risks of blood clots and death. No doctor has prescribed it for a pregnant woman or used it to treat anything like this. No one knows if it will travel across the placenta, it could affect the baby as well as the mother.”
He looked at me, unimpressed. “And the second reason?”
“It’s incredibly expensive. I checked the supplier, a single dose of NovoSeven costs about seven hundred thousand dollars. It’s not the most expensive drug on the market, it’s the second most expensive.”
He sat back. “Order it. We made enough from the liquidation of the Grand Marais Pack lands to afford it.” He got up and left, leaving me to go back to my office and make the order. The pharmacy wouldn’t order it unless it was paid for in advance, and we had to wait until morning when the banks opened. He was personally going to drive to Duluth to take care of it. I spent the rest of the night researching everything I could find on it.
It was truly a desperation move, but this was our Luna, the male she carried was the heir to the Pack. I knew he would do anything to save them both. I closed down my computer and stood up, rolling my head around due to my sore neck. Werewolves weren’t supposed to spend all this time sitting in front of a computer, I thought. I raised my hands, stretching my back out.
I waved to Matt and he followed me up to my room. Donovan was already pulling off his clothes to shift, he would stand guard in the hallway in wolf form, on a rug placed there for him. Matt followed me in, closing the door behind him. “Finally,” he said, his hands circling my waist as I pulled my scrub top off. I leaned back into his broad chest as his hands moved up to unclasp my bra. I pulled it off as soon as it was loose, and his hands quickly reached around to cup my aching breasts.
I had given up on ever finding my mate with this going on, and Matt was close and comfortable and considerate. Our relationship had slowly evolved from friendship to something more. I didn’t know if it was love yet, but I loved the sex. His mommy taught him well. He understood that if he kept ME happy, Mr. Happy would be happy.
The man could spend hours down there if I didn’t stop him.
I could feel his hard length pressing against my back as his fingers pinched my nipples gently. “Let me worship this body tonight. You feel tense.”
I let out a yawn, ruining the mood. “I’m tired, sweaty and sore,” I said. “I need a shower and sleep.”
“You need to relax,” he said. He untied my scrubs and pushed them down, taking my panties with them. He turned me around, catching my lips in a scorching kiss. I surrendered to him, moaning into his mouth as his hands moved down to cup my ass. He pulled up, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bed.
I was already wet for him, my core pushing up and coating his length with my juices. “Patience, Vivian,” he said with a smirk as he moved down. I gasped as he took a long lick of me, wiggling his tongue between my labia as he worked up to my clitoris. He quickly had me in a frenzy, I was grasping his hair in my fingers and pulling him tighter as I broke for the first time.
He grinned as he moved up, placing his large staff at my entrance. “Please,” I said. He sank himself into me with one smooth thrust, filling me as I moaned my pleasure. He knew his time was short, so he built a good rhythm quickly that had us both rising to a peak. He grabbed my knees and forced them up to my shoulders, driving as deep as possible as he pounded me to orgasm. I screamed my pleasure, right before he shot his load inside me.
I brought my legs down and he rolled so I was on top of him. I smiled as he softened and fell out, our combined juices soaking our legs and the bedsheets. “That was fun, but now I’m even more tired and sore. I need to take my shower.”
“Join you?” he said hopefully as I started to walk away.
“If you come in, you won’t leave me alone. Change the sheets. You can have the shower next, and you can have me again in the morning,” I promised. I tossed my clothes into the hamper, evading the slap he tried to put on my bare ass as I moved through the door. I started the shower, brushing my teeth quickly as it warmed up. I took a quick shower and washed my hair; another leftover of my medical training was how efficient I was in my nighttime routine, plus I could fall asleep almost instantly. I gave Matt a kiss as he went into the shower.
Probably a cold one.
I was asleep before he pulled me into his chest.
It felt like no time at all before Matt was shaking me awake, already dressing. I opened my eyes, quickly closing them from the sunlight streaming in. “Luna’s bleeding, she’s on her way to the clinic.”
Fuck. I jumped out of bed, pulling on scrubs before grabbing my keys and running out the door with him. “Get Jessica.” I looked at the clock, it was 9:08.
“Already on the way,” he said as we burst through the door. I ignored the cold and snow on my bare feet as we ran across to the clinic. I had the key in my hand already, I opened the door and turned the lights on. Looking back, Beta Charles was carrying Luna Connie across the street to us. Blood was dripping from her soaked dress, coloring the fresh white snow crimson as he ran. He carried her into the room and set her down. I pulled the guards off the IV needles and inserted them in each arm, they were already hung and ready. This wasn’t our first rodeo.