Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Did You Drink?

"Who? Fake murdered what?"

To his credit, Logan manages not to sound irritated.

"The clients. Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’re an asshole either way. Doesn’t change anything."

"Nicole, I’m not—" He blows out a breath. "It’s going to hurt."

He’s not wrong, and I grit my teeth. "You’re going to cut off my leg."

"No, I’m not. Let me do the other one."

I shake my head. "No. Just let that one die a natural death. It’s fine. You only need one leg."

"Nicole, just take a deep breath."

"Stop it, Logan. I don’t want this leg. I’m returning it for a refund."

"You can’t—Nicole, you’re delirious from blood loss. Shut up and sit still."

Wow. How very alpha of him, throwing out orders to save my leg. "No."

Son of a fucking bitch. The tourniquet feels like it’s going to pop my leg clean off. "I said I didn’t want the leg anymore!"

"Shut up, Nicole. You’re a terrible patient."

I gasp.

"I am not. Nurses love me."

Logan sighs, as if I’m somehow troubling him. How dare he? I’m a fucking delight. "I’m sure they do. Just stay here for a minute. Help is on the way."

"A tow truck? I think my car’s done for."

"An ambulance, Nicole."

"Didn’t you say the cat’s gone?"

Logan’s fingers comb through my hair, making me want to preen. "It’s for you. Sit still and stop rubbing on me. I think you hit your head."

Did I? I can’t remember. "There was a dragon. But no wings. So, a grounded dragon."

His hands still. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. A no-winged dragon. Threw me across the road. I think it wanted to eat me."

"Dragons don’t eat people," he says automatically, and I peer into his face, my nose only inches from his.

"Are you sure? He seemed very eat-y. See my shirt?" I point at the hole. "Brand new. Bought it on clearance, almost cried at the total. It’s silk. I love silk but it’s pricey. And not easy to keep clean."

"What about your shirt?"

At least he isn’t sighing anymore. "It drooled on me, and burned my shirt. I told you."

"No, you—okay. Nicole, let me check you for any head injury, and then you can keep talking."

I stiffen at the overly soothing tone of his words. "You think I’m crazy, don’t you?"

"Of course not. But you’re not in your right mind, you’re losing blood, and you’re unable to keep a train of thought. Just give me a minute to finish checking you over."

My eyes narrow. "You’re not a doctor."

"Thank God for small favors," he mutters, running his fingers over my scalp with gentle care. "Head looks okay. Does it hurt? Neck hurts? Okay to move around?"

I bob my head like a toy. "Peachy keen. What about the dragon?"

"There’s nothing here. It was just you when I got here. I can’t smell any dragons or the presence of any other shifter. Did you fall asleep driving, sweetheart?"

"What? No." Scowling, I jerk my head out of reach. "You just love to think the worst of me, don’t you? What about these?" I point at my legs. "You think claws came out of my car and grabbed me?"

"No," he sighs. "It would just be easier if you’d fallen asleep at the wheel. Anything that obfuscates their scent from an alpha wolf is nothing we want to run into on a mountain at night."

My mind struggles to reconcile the textbook knowledge with the terrifying creature I encountered. "This thing... it was like a dragon, but wrong. No wings, like I said. And its eyes..." A shudder runs through me, setting off fresh waves of pain. "They were too intelligent. Calculating. Not like an animal at all." frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Right round, round, round... The lyrics to a catchy song from my childhood jingle around my head, making me snortle. It’s like a snort, and a chuckle, but you mix them together.

Right round, baby, right round—

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