Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

“Did that just happen?” River whispered.

Caspian shook his head. “No one’s ever been able to reach him when he’s like this.”

“No one move.” Mason ordered. “Not until he’s in human form again.”

Vaughn strode out of the woods, not caring in the least that he was nude. Knox chucked a gym bag at him. “Put something on.” As he got dressed, Mason and River rushed forward.

Vaughn’s jaw tightened, but he put on a pair of shorts.

“Knox, get my medical bag,” Mason called.

River took my hand, and immediately, the pain lessened.

I looked up into those swirling hazel eyes. “Don’t take too much.”

He bent, his head pressing against mine. “I’m so sorry, Sen.”

“I’ll be okay.” I glanced at Mason. “Right?”

His mouth was a hard line, but he nodded. “You will. Getting there won’t be the most pleasant though.”

Knox dropped a bag next to Mason. “What can we do?”

“I need you guys to hold Senna down. Even with River taking the majority of the pain, it’ll be impossible for her not to move. I don’t want to damage her shoulder while I’m removing the bullet.”

Vaughn filled my vision. He was in basketball shorts now, but still no shirt. I met his stare. “Thank you.”

His gaze bored into my shoulder, my shirt that was covered in blood. “I should’ve made it sooner.”

“You made it just in time.”

He looked away, towards the woods.

Mason pulled on a pair of medical gloves and took out what looked like tongs. “Anson and Caspian, on either hip. Vaughn, you take her head. Knox, her uninjured shoulder. River, pull as much of the pain as you can.” He looked at me. “You ready, Senna?”

The guys‘ hands covered me, pressing me into the ground. I gripped River’s hand harder. “Do it.”

The tongs dug into my shoulder and I screamed. There was so much pain, even with River pulling it as fast as it erupted, it was too much. It overloaded my system. My ears rang and body twitched.

“Hold her still,” Mason yelled.

The guys‘ collective weight bared down on me and tears streamed from my eyes.

Mason gritted his teeth. “I’ve got it. One more pull, Senna.”

I couldn’t hold in the cry of pain as he pulled the bullet out, but it faded quickly as River took the brunt of it. I felt as if I were floating. Everything around me was just a little hazy.

Chapter 137

Something wet splashed on my check. Not my own tears, but one of Vaughn’s. 1 blinked a few times. There was so much emotion there, Grief, fear, pain. He touched his forehead to mine, leaving it there and not saying a word.

Mason pulled a bottle of something from his medical bag. “I need to clean out the wound. Even though shifters don’t get regular human illnesses, we can get infections. Hold on ”

Liquid poured into my wound and my tears flooded back, sliding down my face and neck.

“We’re here,” Knox whispered gruffly.

You’re not alone,” Anson echoed.

Mason pressed gauze to the wound with one hand and riffled through his medical bag with the other. “I’ll need to stitch you up. Your body’s been through too much to ask it to heal all of this on its own.”

“Dad, she could go into shock.”

Your bond will keep her grounded,” he said.

“I can take it,” I whispered.

I bit the inside of my cheek as the needle pierced my skin. It seemed to take forever. The pull of the thread had me fighting waves of nausea. But the guys never left. They stayed with me through it all, their hands pouring waves of reassurance into me.

Mason made some sort of tie at the end of the stitches. “We’re done.”

That was when my body began to tremble. As if the knowledge that it was done finally sent me crashing.

“Get a blanket,” Anson said through clenched teeth.

Knox released his grip on my shoulder and jogged off. A second later, I was being covered with a thick, plaid blanket that spoke more of picnics than shootings and trauma care.

Mason taped a gauze pad over the stitches. “Let’s get her up. Nice and easy.”

Before the guys could coordinate, Vaughn swept me into his arms. “I’ve got her.”

My body shook harder as I burrowed into his chest. The warmth came off him in waves, and I let myself sink into it. For once, I didn’t worry about when he might disappear again. I simply lost myself in all that was Vaughn’s comfort.

Sunlight teased my eyelids,but I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was too comfortable. Warmth spread across my back, cocooning me.

Slowly. I became aware of the throbbing in my shoulder. My eyes flew open at the reminder of everything that had happened. A hand squeezed my hip. “You’re safe.”

It was the last voice I expected to hear. I adjusted so that I was on my back, looking into those ice–blue eyes, tracing the little scar next to his cupid’s bow with my gaze. “You’re here.”

Vaughn brushed the hair out of my face. “How do you feel?”