Hunted By My Fated Mate
Chapter 8
The next morning, I worked on the medicinal patches with dark circles under my eyes.
Rocky walked in and headed straight for me.
“Lennox, where were you last night?”
I immediately raised my hands in surrender. “I went back to my room and slept till morning! I definitely didn’t do anything wrong!”
He scoffed. “Why so defensive? It’s like you’ve got a guilty conscience. Last night… did you get my message?”
Thinking of the protective scent Gemma had received, I swallowed the bitterness and forced a bright smile. “I did. Congratulations to you both—”
Before I could finish, Nelson burst in, his face pale with panic.
“Oh, Moon Goddess above! Last night! Last night someone attacked Alpha Ryan! We’re all in danger now!
“He’s coming for us.”
It turned out that Ryan had woken up early this morning to find himself in his undershirt.
His hands were bound, his body aching all over.
His knees were especially sore.
When he looked in the mirror, his face was smeared with lipstick and rouge, his lips swollen.
Without a word, he’d destroyed the room he’d been in.
Now, Ryan was on the hunt for the culprit.
Rocky frowned in confusion. “We’ve been minding our own business here, waking up every day just to make medicine. Who would dare do something like this?”
He glanced at me with a teasing grin.
“Though, you sleep like a log. Even if the world was ending, you wouldn’t wake up.”
But my world *had* ended.
I suddenly remembered that the rope I’d used to tie him up last night was my own belt.
But it had Rocky’s scent all over it.
“Who’s Rocky?”
Ryan’s voice was cold as he vaulted over the wall, landing firmly in the courtyard.
His face was red and irritated from scrubbing, his eyes bloodshot.
I pointed at Rocky. “Him!”
Rocky: “What?”
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