The Pack's Hacker (by Cooper) novel Chapter 162

Kennedy

I’ve just sat down and laid my head on the side of Christy’s bed when there is a commotion out in the waiting room. I step out of the room quickly to see Beta Kier, Terrance, and Randall walk in with David and Slater.

“What are they doing here?” I snarl. As exhausted as I am, I do not want anyone who was associated with Arlo in this hospital.

“Alpha wanted them to clean up the bathroom, Luna,” Kier says.

“Take them around back. I don’t want them in my hospital.”

Slater scoffs and begins to turn, however, I step forward.

“Problem, Slater?” I snarl, letting Echo push forward. I push the full force of my Alpha aura on him and watch him fall to his knees as his neck lifts in submission. Shock registers on his face as I prowl toward him.

“I’m guessing you knew what that sick brother of yours intended to do to that poor girl, didn’t you, Slater?”

“I was in the cells, Luna. I didn’t have any part in it,” he chokes out, his throat fully exposed to me.

“But you did know he wanted her, didn’t you? You knew what he planned to do?” I ask, standing in front of him and watching as sweat begins to pour down his face.

“Yes,” he spits out, unable to lie with my aura pushing against him.

“This is MY hospital. These are MY omegas. I will not tolerate anyone mistreating my omegas and if I say you are not allowed in my hospital, then you’d better get your pathetic ass out before I get really angry.”

“Yes, Luna,” he says.

“Well, you heard her. Get the fuck out!” Quirin snaps from his place at the door.

“Take them around back,” Kier says, yanking David toward the door.

I stand there, watching as they walk out.

“I told you. You never fucking listen,” I hear David whisper to Slater as he’s hauled outside.

I stand there until they’re gone, then I look at Quirin.

“Did you need something?” I’m exhausted, and angry, and hurt. My eyes feel dry and hot and my body aches from being in surgery for hours. I should probably care more that Quirin is here, but I can’t muster the energy for him right now.

“If you’re sleeping here, so am I,” he says.

I don’t bother to acknowledge him, I just turn and walk back to Christy’s room, laying my head down on the bed and finally letting the tears that have wanted to come for hours come.

I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, Deborah is gently rubbing my back.

“Luna. Luna, why don’t you go get a shower and get something to eat. I’ll stay with Christy.”

I lift my head off the bed and shift my body, hearing multiple joints crack from the terrible position I slept in. I crack my neck and stand, not feeling any more rested than I did last night.

“Did they clean the bathroom?” I ask her.

“You’ll smell it when you walk out. Apparently, they were told to get every spot of blood off the tile and out of the grout. They used a lot of bleach,” she says, taking the seat I was sitting in.

I look over Christy’s vital signs, checking the recordings from overnight before finally stepping outside.

I’m a bit surprised to see that Quirin is gone, but there’s nothing comfortable about sleeping in waiting room chairs.

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