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was already mated.
     

 

Chapter Two
     
     
    “You seem to be doing okay with the prosthesis,” North Jamenson said, his words on one thing, his mind on another.
    His brother, Adam, sat on the exam table, his one leg touching the floor, his other leg—amputated at the knee—resting while North finished up the examination. Adam shrugged, tension still clearly riding him, though North knew the leg was completely healed.
    “I don’t really feel like it’s on anymore, you know? It’s just…there.”
    North gripped Adam’s shoulder and squeezed. Adam had come a long way since the demon Caym had taken his leg in battle, but North knew his brother still had days where he missed his leg. It was only natural. Thankfully, Adam had his mate, Bay, and baby boy, Micah, to make things better.
    Seriously, Adam had come a long way.
    “You’re good to go then,” North said as he stepped back so Adam could put his prosthesis back on. In the past, North might have stepped in to help, but his older brother knew what he was doing by now and put it on with a practised ease.
    Adam walked out of the clinic, leaving North to his thoughts, which frankly, he didn’t need. He didn’t want to think about the fear and shame that had hit him like a train when Lexi ran away from him. He didn’t want to see the sorrow in her gaze when she looked at him with those wide hazel eyes.
    He didn’t want to picture the look of confusion on Parker’s face when he watched his mom run away. Or the way the little boy had shied away from him when Lexi ran—as if Parker knew it was North’s fault his mom had fled.
    North sucked in a breath at a sharp, lancing pain arching across his palm and cursed. He’d clenched his fist and forgotten he’d been holding a fountain pen. Out of control, and with his werewolf strength, he’d smashed the damn thing and had even stabbed himself with the pointed edge.
    Great.
    Just fucking great.
    He threw the pen in the trash and washed his hands. Sure, wolves couldn’t get normal diseases like humans, but getting ink in a wound didn’t seem like the best idea.
    He didn’t bother bandaging it because it was healing on its own, and in within the next twenty minutes, he’d be good as new again.
    Fuck. He couldn’t believe he’d lost control like that.
    Again.
    North was considered the calm one, the brother who was there to help the others but never on the front lines, never making waves. And he was good at it.
    He had to be that person.
    If he wasn’t, the others might find out exactly what he was.
    He’d hidden it from them for so long he knew he had to keep it buried.
    If his family found out exactly what he was and what he could do, they’d… Well, he didn’t know what they’d do.
    He didn’t want to know.
    He put away the equipment he’d been using on Adam, then cleaned up his exam room. His clinic was three rooms—an exam room, an operating room, and his office—attached to his home. It used to be that he spent more time in his clinic than his home. However, since Hannah, one of his brother Reed’s mates, had joined the Pack, he’d been relegated to glorified nurse.
    Hannah was the Healer, the one who Healed the Pack and took care of their physical hurts. His twin Maddox, the Omega, took care of the Pack’s emotional needs.
    North, on the other hand, was on standby with a cold compress and bandage.
    He let out a sigh.
    Okay, it wasn’t that bad. He still had to deal with things that Hannah couldn’t deal with because of her energy levels. She relied on the Pack’s bonds to Heal her patients. Sometimes, especially when she’d been pregnant, it was better for North to administer first aid or preform a procedure after Hannah had done all she could.
    It still made him inferior.
    He’d been a doctor for decades, learning new techniques and brushing up on modern medicine under false aliases within the human schools.
    Now he figured he might need something else to focus on.
    He’d thought that