In the infirmary, Jerome and Pieter lay in side by side beds getting attended to by nurses. Jerome had his eyes closed and his perceptions open as he was being tended to. The nurse brushed against his groin as she cleaned a wound on his upper thigh.
"Nurse, please don't sexually assault him. His mate is hella fierce and she reads his mind like her favorite book." Pieter groaned as he felt Jerome flinch back.
The brunette nurse blushed and apologized. It was a blessing and a curse to work on the base because a lot of the warriors had amazing bodies. Jerome Wilder had one of the most amazing bodies and he was always friendly. She'd been hoping he was sleeping.
Both Pieter and Jerome were stripped down to their boxers as their wounds were tended to. Pieter had a cute dreadlocked nurse who peeped at him through her eyelashes. Her chocolate brown eyes had the perfect frame from the lashes and her thick eyebrows. Her nurse's uniform wasn't short it fell just above her knees and he was sure it was because she had curves that forced the uniform above her knees.
Pieter thanked the Goddess for her creations and watched as she nervously tended to his cuts on his upper thighs. Her hand gripped his hip to clean one that was very close to the hem of his boxers and his thigh flexed. Pieter lay back and watched her through his lashes.
She seemed upset as she tended his wounds and he found it amusing but curious at the same time. She muttered something about testosterone and men as she cleaned his wounds on his abs. Her eyes flitted to his tattoos and he raised his arms above his head groaning as the pull from his ribs told him that hadn't been the wisest move.
Jerome started laughing. That drew the pretty little nurse's attention to Jerome. She thought he was having a mental breakdown and tried to get the attention of another nurse.
"What's your name nurse?" Jerome asked as he watched Pieter get his wounds tended. Jerome's nurse had since left.
"Michaela, sir."
"Why are you mad at Pieter, Michaela?" Jerome asked smugly.
She swung around and looked at Jerome. Her eyes flashed with fire. "Who willingly goes to commit suicide by fighting with you when you're fully in control? He could have gotten himself killed but nooo, he's the big bad beta who stupidly thinks it's a great idea to fight his alpha who has literally taught every other future alpha on this base that he's not to be messed with?!!" Her hands moved wildly about as she pointed between the two and her neatly pulled back locks bounced with the energy.
"I mean, it's not like he has a mate who might actually want his ass alive!" The girl's nose scrunched up and she looked up at the ceiling trying to get hold of her emotion.
Jerome stole a glance at Pieter whose eyes were wide as saucers. He was subtly sniffing the air and he looked confused. Pieter looked upset at the fact that Michaela was upset but he couldn't explain why.
"Michaela, why is your scent hidden?" Pieter asked gently.
"So that we don't put the wolves who need care under more stress by having their mate pass by with the scent, blood, or body fluids of other males on them. Can you imagine waking up from a coma and your sweet mate's scent is covered by another man's? You would go nuts. While all the warriors here are not necessarily betas and alphas they're more in tune with their wolf-nature than the average Joe." She shrugged.
Pieter looked at her. His True Nature was threatening to come out and he suspected his Alpha had figured out that this adorable, chocolate, dreaded goddess was his. He couldn't believe that he'd finally found her. She was a perfect femme.
"Michaela, where is your mate?" Pieter asked.
She bit her bottom lip and looked sad. "In hospital."
"Why?" Pieter asked staring at her.
She looked him straight in the eye. "He was in a fight." Her right brow shot up.
"Who is your mate Michaela?" Pieter asked his voice deepening.
Fear fleetingly passed across her features. She looked at him and smiled. "Pieter De Wit"
Pieter grinned. "What pack does he belong to and what is his rank?"
"Bluemoon," she looked at Jerome and sent him a plea. Jerome smirked. She looked back at Pieter. "I think he's an enforcer or a warrior."
Pieter grinned. His eyes went over her once more. "So fucking lucky."
Her eyes widened. "Really? I hear everyone in Bluemoon is beyond gorgeous and on the verge of royalty. Almost everyone is light-skinned and has amazing hair and-"
"Have you seen my Alpha?"
"You mean your amazing gorgeous Alpha who has virtually every female mated or not looking cute just in case he gets hurt on their shift?" Michaela snapped.
Jerome popped his imaginary collar behind Michaela and flexed his biceps. Two nurses passing the door walked straight into each other and another doctor walked into the wall. Pieter scowled.
"Are you crushing on my Alpha as well?" He asked lightly.
"He's gorgeous but I think my mate is a sexy beast besides...the rumor is the future alpha's my biggest competition for my mate's attention so he's not so good looking when his mug gets more face time with my mate than I do."
Pieter nodded. 'I think I'm in love, Boss. I'm not sure I'm healing as fast as I should though...everything hurts.'
Jerome grinned. 'Congrats bruv, she's amazing. Why don't you take this morning's session off so you can properly meet with your mate when her shift ends? Don't make me make it into an order.'
'Ro, I can't leave you now.'
"Okay, you two. Cut it out. I'm right here." Michaela snapped at them both.
Jerome swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. "I'm going to go catch a nap before the next briefing."
"Hold it Alpha, you're not turning my hospital into a mass of fainted nurses and doctors. I'll get someone to bring you clothes." Michaela ordered pointing back at the bed.
Pieter smiled. "Okay boss, lemme go get your clothes, and then we can go."
Michaela narrowed her eyes at him. "You are not flashing my goods in this hospital either. I don't care if I have to make you wear my clothes you are not leaving here in your boxers."
Pieter grinned. "Yes ma'am."
"Get under the covers and I'll get gowns brought to you while we arrange for clothes," Michaela told them both.
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Gabriella looked at Tony. She knew he was good-looking, it was one of the reasons the seasoned girls disliked her so much. Tony was a very strict boss but apparently, he was gentle compared to the other Club Bosses.
His beard was just past the five o'clock shadow stage. If he wasn't holding her hostage and she didn't have a massive crush on her future Alpha she could see how being with Tony was the right thing. The thought of him doing anything sexual with her creeped her out.
The other girls asked questions sometimes like how "big" he was and she had to fight the look of disgust on her face. Considering he was somewhere in the region on 6' 5" and had proportional just about everything she always murmured that he had everything in proportion to his hands and feet. When the girls' eyes widened and asked if it hurt she'd laugh and tell them that she had the best sleep when Tony was around.
Gaby was honestly telling the truth. Since being kidnapped her sleep was best when Tony was next to her. Tony acted as if they were in a relationship whenever they were out of the penthouse suite.
Since the raids, they'd moved to a new complex of apartments. The building was modern and looked like where you'd find the rich living it up. The apartments were spacious and already furnished.
In addition to hostessing at the club, Gabriella also made sure the girls had food, toiletries and that their "wages" were taken care of. It was funny how a lot of the girls had become accustomed to the lifestyle. Some of them were tipsy most of the day to get through it and others discovered their inner freak.
"The way I see it, we're helping these girls discover their inner goddess. Coaxing it out. The nymphos end up on the street or in our escort house. They were born for it." Her handler said shrugging as a group of girls walked out of their apartments in skinny jeans and daring tank tops.
Gaby looked at the girls and they were laughing and talking. It appeared as if they were not here by force. She knew better.
Each girl had a tracker and a "special" piece of jewelry that if they went out of range the tracker went off. They also received an unpleasant jolt to their system which would repeat until they were immobilized, or if they came back would lessen as they got closer to the club or their apartments.
Tony's girls had fewer physical guards than some of the other girls and lived in better conditions than other girls. Gaby laughed bitterly at the irony. The prison was beautiful.
When Tony took her to the mall she could see the envy in the eyes of other women. It broke her heart that all they could see were her designer outfit, the latest phone, flawless makeup, and beautifully done hair. When she and Tony went out they always had a small security detail just in case there was trouble.
Her handler still brought in new girls here and there but he was pretty much her personal bodyguard and he did it as if his life depended on it. It was a weird world but as much as it appalled her she adjusted easily to the facade. For the first time in her life, she was the queen bee. Everyone did what she said and she had serious power behind her.
At first, Gaby had been hesitant until one day in a fight she had screamed at Tony telling him how hard it was running the seasoned girls because Bella was undermining her. He had nodded and told her that if anyone gave her trouble she should tell him. She had shrugged it off until she heard that Bella had been traded for another girl at another club