We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Chapter 5

I find myself standing at the foot of the stranger’s bed in the wee hours of the morning. I

can’t sleep, and so sneaking away from my mate will probably get me in some hot water,

but I have ways of cooling it down. I always live by the saying ‘It’s easier to ask for

forgiveness than it is to ask for permission’. Besides, he should know me by now, and I

did warn him last night that I would be coming here myself. It’s not my fault he’s a sound

sleeper and didn’t hear me tip toeing out the door.

As for the male asleep in the bed in front of me, it’s hard to see his features because

Doc has a gauze bandage wrapped thickly around his head. The only good sign that I

see is that the male is breathing on his own and I hear a strong and steady heartbeat

now.

I walk slowly around to the side of the bed and stare down at him some more. There is

something about him that seems to be drawing me to him. Nothing like a mate bond, but

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more like a familiarity; like I should know him, but I’ve never seen this male a day in my

life.

“Oh, Luna! I wasn’t expecting to see you so early.” Dr. Sands smiles as he walks to the

other side of the bed with a clipboard. He’s looking at the numbers on the monitors and

writing stuff down.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep, so I figured I would mosey on over. I see that you were able to

get his heartrate back up.”

“Yes! That’s exactly what I was hoping for when placing him in the coma. If all his vitals

do well throughout the day, I will bring him back. You most likely won’t get any answers

until tomorrow at the earliest, and that is only if he comes to on his own as well.”

Well s*it, I think to myself, how am I supposed to wait a whole day to get the answers

that I’m looking for? Something nags at me, though, almost like a little voice telling me to

touch the stranger’s hand, but I don’t want to do

sit at his bedside causing Doc to stare at

going to wake up on his own, Luna. There is no point in

whole time.”

smile, “Isn’t it true that even comatose patients

surroundings?”

the injury itself, but everybody’s situation is different;

injury is different.”

doesn’t matter. I’m going to sit here for a bit,

open when he wakes. One can only hope,

your time, not mine.” He chuckles

room.

work up the

at his face, “Who are you, and why are you

question will

heavy sigh, I reach out, and take his hand. A

it’s as though I’ve been transported to another

lays in the hospital bed, and an older

which I’m assuming is his

can’t be serious! That’s all the way on another continent, who cares

I notice the young man has an accent of

another planet! We must do our

can possibly

The mighty

you, Ledger? You are a Hastings and one

in your blood! Who are you to doubt what the

important?”

are only wolves, Father. What’s the difference between us and them? Neither

us are completely human, and if anything, we are more dangerous because

magic, so again, why must we have them

and back the f*ck

I notice blue little

what the f*ck just happened. Is

things just

I look back at the stranger, “So, you’re Ledger Hastings. Well, I can’ t say that

it seems as though you may not be the enemy that we

study him for a moment, “If

next head of the Shikari, why would your own men try to kill you, and better

father know of this

brave one more time, I touch his hand again to see if

away from

in a forest and

never figure out, so

I’m running in the woods in my human form, howls echoing through

me, and they are unfamiliar. An