Wild; BWWM/Werwolf

4; unconscious

Shiloh Paige ;

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"She does."

I turn to see August standing there in the door way: his mocha eyes blaring with rage and his pale hand clenched into a fist while the other held onto his side. His IV pole was also standing next to him.Did he seriously get out of bed?

"Don't fucking touch her!" He growled dragging the IV pole with him which he clenched tightly: trying to hold on it. I could spot his knuckles were beginning to turn white and the veins in his neck was popping out.

I could tell he's in pain right now.

"I got it pretty boy." I sighed and rolled my eyes at him before turning back to the perverted doctor who had a smile on his face.

"See you can leave the cripple for a real man."
I feel Dr. Mead's arms tighten against my waist making me growl at him and jerking my knee up hard into his balls making him loosen his grip and double over in pain: I reach into my scrubs pocket grabbing my pepper spray and quickly whipping it out and spraying it into his eyes
making him scream and
drop to his knees.

"Fuck! That's what you do to the person you love?!" He grunted ripping his eyes open revealing his blood shot dark forest green eyes; he went to grab me but I kicked him in the side of the
jaw making him fall back;
unconscious

"Sorry, I don't love pricks." I stated glaring at his motionless body before turning back to my shocked mate. "See I can handle myself." I muttered brushing off my scrubs and bent down next
to the knocked out doctor.

"Did you kill him?--aww man you did I really wanted to do the honors." He sighed sitting down slowly on one of the chairs in the break room
of the hospital floor

I placed two fingers on his neck, "Nah. I can feel his pulse: you can do whatever you want with him, I honestly don't care."

"I'll call my beta, to get him."

I stand up and pulled August's muscular arm making him furrow his brows, "Are you trying to feel my muscles, because you could've just
asked baby girl."He's so cocky

I snort at his assumption and pull him up from the chair and throw his arm over my shoulder, "No, you need to get back to your room--you could've pop
open your stitches. "

We slowly walked to his room,
"How'd you even do that?"

"What? "

"Knock out a man who's 3 times bigger than you?" He remarked with shock all over his handsome face making me smirk.

"My father made me take Kickboxing when I was younger plus I always keep pepper spray with me at all times." I shrugged helping him into the bed making him grunt as he
finally got to lay down.

"Damn that's hot: I like it when women are
in control." He replied licking his lips looking at me up and down

"Your disgusting, Nice boxers by the way." I point out checking his wound making sure he didn't rip open his stitches

The usual smirk grew on his face and raised a thick eyebrow, "You want to see them off?"

I bite my lip looking him up and down before answering "Okay." I whispered making his eyes go wide as soon as those words came
out of my mouth