Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 134

LEANDER’S POV

Nostrils flaring, my Wolf sucked in great gulps of air in an effort to control the ever-increasing thrum of hostility running rampant through his veins as he watched the Healer continue to work with Hycinth.

Using extreme care, Grace gently manipulated the sensitive flesh at Hycinth’s core with gloved fingers to determine the depth and severity of the lesions. Working methodically, she called certain areas to my Wolf’s attention, “I think these small tears around both holes, as well as this moderate one on the side of her rectum will heal on their own without the need of stitches.”

My Wolf pressed forward to better see where she was pointing.

“From the size of her wounds, and the fact that the semen was localized to her front, I believe claws were used in the violation of both locations, but it appears penile penetration was limited to her v****a.”

He stared intently, a low growl continuing to vibrate in his chest, the Healers words making him want to explode with violence.

“Of course, we won’t know for sure until she wakes up. But these two, here and here,” Grace pointed to Hycinth’s delicate vaginal skin, “have torn deeply into her perineum and still continued to bleed steadily. I could try to stitch them closed,” she looked around the backyard at the ground mostly covered in dirt with sparse patches of grass and overgrown weeds, now littered with dead bodies, “but this isn’t the best environment.”

She didn’t have to explain further. Caring for Hycinth in the middle of a warfield was the worst possible option.

“No,” my Wolf gritted through the mind link. “Move aside.”

Grace immediately pulled away.

From the corner of his eye, I noticed Sydney exit the house through the back door. She was carrying the requested b***d. While Sydney walked to Grace’s side to deposit the bag of b***d into a small cooler, my Wolf climbed onto the picnic table, careful that his weight didn’t jarr the wooden structure beneath Hycinth.

Settling between Hycinth’s legs, he belly-crawled forward a step and lifted her knee with his snout to position it wider for better access. “Hold her.”

Grace wrapped her fingers around Hycinth’s left knee to keep it in place.

“Sydney, get her other leg, “he leg,”he ordered shortly.

Sydney stepped to the other side of Hycinth, opposite of Grace. Her fingers trembled as she eased Hycinth’s right knee into the air and moved her heel farther away to stabilize her leg.

Stretching his neck forward, my Wolf gently stroked Hycinth’s brutalized flesh with his tongue, laving a path along the bloody seams.

Still unconscious, Hycinth startled and cried out, “No!” Head thrashing from side to side, her hands shot out to protect her belly. “P-please don’t…hurt her!”

She squirmed, trying to close her legs.

I shook at the revelation-a female.

“Easy,” my Wolf pushed his thoughts directly into Hycinth’s mind, trying to reach her Wolf. He swore fervently, “I’m here now, Mate. No one’s going to hurt you or our female. Ever. Again.”

There was no conscious response from either Hycinth or her Wolf. Instead, the eyelashes on the eye not swollen shut fluttered open, her pupil unseeing as it rolled back into her head. Hycinth continued to blindly fight. She bared her teeth, her canines lengthening. Saliva dribbled down the corner of her mouth. Both Grace and Sydney quickly repositioned their hold to keep Hycinth from doing any further damage to herself in her delirium.

Anxiety spiked in the deepest depths of my Wolf’s heart. He’d felt it. The horrible truth I’d already realized. Where is she?! he cried out to me in dismay.

My throat constricted. I blinked back tears. The unnatural absence of our fur mate chilled both of us to the bone. “I…don’t know.”

I would do anything to be able to give him the answers that we both desperately needed, but I just didn’t have any. I’d seen this happen before. It was possible for a Wolf to die, to separate from it’s human host and return to the Moon, whether by choice or by force. It was rare, but it was possible.

My Wolf’s chaotic thoughts fell eerily silent. With renewed determination, he continued to use his saliva as healing salve to her most intimate wounds. Again and again, he followed the path of the lacerations with his tongue.

Hycinth settled down, her arms and legs falling limp in Grace and Sydney’s holds. Her head lolled to the side.

After several minutes, there seemed to be an improvement. My Wolf’s big head pulled back so he could assess her condition.

“Better,” Grace agreed quietly. “I think she is stable enough for you to move on to your other business.” Hycinth’s breathing was still shallow with sporadic hitches, but the most severe bleeding had stopped.

Grace was right. It was time.

Easing down from the wooden table, I shifted back into skin.

“Sydney, there is a pair of mesh underwear in the left pocket of the bag over there.” Grace pointed as she leaned down to extract a small icepack from the cooler.

Sydney moved to the black leather bag and unzipped it. She rummaged around and then pulled out the undergarment shewolves wore after giving birth.

“Slid it up her legs,” Grace instructed Sydney and then looked at me. “Leander, could you lift her h**s?”

Sydney gently pushed the underwear up to Hycinth’s thighs. Gripping her h**s carefully, I lifted Hycinth and then carefully rearranged my hands so that Sydney could position the garment in place. Once Hycinth’s bottom was settled back on the table, Grace eased the icepack between Hycinth’s legs.

“This should help with her swelling and pain until we can get her in a sanitary environment where you can work with her again.”

I nodded and leaned down to place a k**s on Hycinth’s swollen belly. I was already planning the next steps in my head. When we returned, I would take her to the Cottage. It was in a remote location, separated from the pack. Given the extent of her wounds, both physical and mental, I wasn’t willing to risk any unwanted interaction with other wolves until I knew she was ready.

Holding my lips against Hycinth’s flesh, I listened to the soft pitter-patter of our pup’s heart. It seemed steady but the little one remained completely motionless. My heart twisted at that.