room. “I only
smell humans, but they are shifters.”
“Whatever those scientists did to you probably altered
your sense of smell.”
Tears streamed down her face, and she was once again
being warmed by Seamus’s embrace. “Is it permanent? What if I can’t ever smell
right again? What if it prevents me from scenting my mate?” Seamus went rigid.
Emotional hurt drifted to her nose. It was mixed with concern. “I can scent
emotions, so why can’t I recognize other scents?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”
His voice sounded strained to her. She remembered the
letter he wrote the other night. He
believes I’m his beloved .
“Seamus, I feel such a strong pull towards you. This
feels right, and I feel I can trust you. I feel a pull , but I don’t hear my bat saying you are
our mate. But it wouldn’t let me leave when I thought to move on. I stayed much
longer than I meant to, because she fought me. I don’t know what to think.”
Maysa felt a warm breath exhale into her hair, and the body surrounding her relaxed a
bit. “Try to think of being with another man. Think of another man’s arms
holding you right now instead of mine. How does it make you feel?”
Maysa closed her eyes. Using the visual of one of the other men she just met, she
imagined his arms around her and suddenly gave a shudder of revulsion. Her
stomach soured so intensely that she was afraid she would throw up.
Seamus chuckled. “No need to tell me what you feel, I
can scent it. I wish I could tell you for certain if we are destined or not,
but vampires just don’t know for sure until we’ve tasted the person’s blood.
There have been occasions where the other wasn’t a beloved. Though we have
indicators, sometimes we can develop a connection with someone who isn’t our
destined and we have to taste them to know.” He trailed soft kisses in her
hairline before continuing. “Let’s just go a step at a time. How about I do a
physical on you?”
Maysa arched a brow and leaned back to look up at him. He looked down at her and
pinked, but chuckled. “Naughty, naughty. I didn’t mean
it like that.” Then he groaned. “Darn it. Now you’ve got me thinking it.” She
smirked when she felt his hardened length brush against her before he pulled it
back to hide it from her.
Seamus led her to an exam table behind another room
divider.
“You really know how to optimize your space , ” she said.
“Thank you. I’ve had to. I originally got this stuff
to one day start a clinic and hospital for paranormals, but I’ve ended up using
most of it already.” Seamus helped her up onto the table. Grabbing his
stethoscope, he began taking her vitals as he spoke. “You heard his speech last
night. We have had several attacks, started by a herd alpha who attacked Gale’s brother, nearly killing him. The alpha was an elk, someone who
had no business taking on a predator shifter like Alphy ,
and yet he continued to stupidly let his enforcers target us.” Seamus finished
placing a blood pressure cup around her arm and started to pump it up. “They
almost succeeded in kidnapping Alphy’s sister, his
mate, and his mate’s mother.” He paused briefly to listen to the pulse in her
arm as he slowly let out the air. After writing down the results, he grabbed an
otoscope and a specula to go over the tip. “That was Alphy’s last straw. He called the alpha up and challenged
him. The idiot had, by that time, no choice but to accept. He knew he couldn’t
win, so on the day of the challenge, he had the alpha house attacked, hoping to
take Gale captive to pressure Alphy to lose. Okay,
hold still.” Seamus looked in one of her ears, then the other. After he
finished, he threw the little black tip away. “Then, there was the visit to the
herd. During our stay there, we were attacked. Almost lost
Slate. Say ‘ah’.” Seamus used the light and a tongue depressor and
looked into her mouth. After throwing the depressor away, he
smell humans, but they are shifters.”
“Whatever those scientists did to you probably altered
your sense of smell.”
Tears streamed down her face, and she was once again
being warmed by Seamus’s embrace. “Is it permanent? What if I can’t ever smell
right again? What if it prevents me from scenting my mate?” Seamus went rigid.
Emotional hurt drifted to her nose. It was mixed with concern. “I can scent
emotions, so why can’t I recognize other scents?”
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”
His voice sounded strained to her. She remembered the
letter he wrote the other night. He
believes I’m his beloved .
“Seamus, I feel such a strong pull towards you. This
feels right, and I feel I can trust you. I feel a pull , but I don’t hear my bat saying you are
our mate. But it wouldn’t let me leave when I thought to move on. I stayed much
longer than I meant to, because she fought me. I don’t know what to think.”
Maysa felt a warm breath exhale into her hair, and the body surrounding her relaxed a
bit. “Try to think of being with another man. Think of another man’s arms
holding you right now instead of mine. How does it make you feel?”
Maysa closed her eyes. Using the visual of one of the other men she just met, she
imagined his arms around her and suddenly gave a shudder of revulsion. Her
stomach soured so intensely that she was afraid she would throw up.
Seamus chuckled. “No need to tell me what you feel, I
can scent it. I wish I could tell you for certain if we are destined or not,
but vampires just don’t know for sure until we’ve tasted the person’s blood.
There have been occasions where the other wasn’t a beloved. Though we have
indicators, sometimes we can develop a connection with someone who isn’t our
destined and we have to taste them to know.” He trailed soft kisses in her
hairline before continuing. “Let’s just go a step at a time. How about I do a
physical on you?”
Maysa arched a brow and leaned back to look up at him. He looked down at her and
pinked, but chuckled. “Naughty, naughty. I didn’t mean
it like that.” Then he groaned. “Darn it. Now you’ve got me thinking it.” She
smirked when she felt his hardened length brush against her before he pulled it
back to hide it from her.
Seamus led her to an exam table behind another room
divider.
“You really know how to optimize your space , ” she said.
“Thank you. I’ve had to. I originally got this stuff
to one day start a clinic and hospital for paranormals, but I’ve ended up using
most of it already.” Seamus helped her up onto the table. Grabbing his
stethoscope, he began taking her vitals as he spoke. “You heard his speech last
night. We have had several attacks, started by a herd alpha who attacked Gale’s brother, nearly killing him. The alpha was an elk, someone who
had no business taking on a predator shifter like Alphy ,
and yet he continued to stupidly let his enforcers target us.” Seamus finished
placing a blood pressure cup around her arm and started to pump it up. “They
almost succeeded in kidnapping Alphy’s sister, his
mate, and his mate’s mother.” He paused briefly to listen to the pulse in her
arm as he slowly let out the air. After writing down the results, he grabbed an
otoscope and a specula to go over the tip. “That was Alphy’s last straw. He called the alpha up and challenged
him. The idiot had, by that time, no choice but to accept. He knew he couldn’t
win, so on the day of the challenge, he had the alpha house attacked, hoping to
take Gale captive to pressure Alphy to lose. Okay,
hold still.” Seamus looked in one of her ears, then the other. After he
finished, he threw the little black tip away. “Then, there was the visit to the
herd. During our stay there, we were attacked. Almost lost
Slate. Say ‘ah’.” Seamus used the light and a tongue depressor and
looked into her mouth. After throwing the depressor away, he
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