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It took thirty minutes for the nurse to arrive. A sweet, plump, blonde middle-aged woman who gave off a motherly vibe and smelled like freshly cut grass. Molly glared at her and shimmied back, her movements sluggish and lethargic. I was about to take a step forward and physically hold her in place, but Zach beat me to it. With a single swift movement, he was sitting behind Molly with her tucked between his legs, his arm around her waist, effectively pinning her to him. Despite her weak attempts to wiggle free, she was stuck. “Butthead!” she growled, face furious for a second before turning to me. “Mav!” she whined, “Tell him I don’t need to be stabbed!” “Oh no, don’t look at me,” I chided, holding my hands up in surrender. “I’m here to help. My name is Francis. I’m guessing you are the lovely Molly?” the nurse asked gently. She pouted, eyes filling with tears. We all knew I was probably the biggest pushover when it came to Molly. Then again, Grayson was also wrapped pretty tightly around her finger, thanks to the bond. I glanced at him next to me. I was wrong. His arms were crossed, and he was frowning at Molly. “I can feel how sick you are—you’re getting the fluids, Peach. Don’t try to influence me through the bond.” “Gray!” she cried, tears filling her eyes. “Nope.” His voice held no sympathy, and Molly's face twisted in frustration. “Stop squirming,” Zach ordered in a firm voice. “This is for your own good. Now if you behave, Nils will take you for ice cream once you feel better.” “Nils will take me for ice cream, anyway, because he’s not mean like the rest of you!” she growled. She looked to Nils, who had joined us and was also looking at Molly with concern. “How long has she been sick?” he asked. “All day, and she hasn’t drunk water in days. Only soda.” “Lies!” Molly exclaimed grumpily. Zach glared down at the omega, who looked tiny in his arms, making her pout. “You’re sick. This will help you feel better. You want to feel better, don’t you?” “I do . . .” She trailed off, glaring at the nurse. “Don’t worry, I’m used to reluctant patients. I was a paediatric nurse for several years. Now, you’re bonded to this handsome boy here, aren’t you?” she asked gently, nodding at Gray. Molly sniffed and nodded. “I am.” “Well, you know how bad you’re feeling right now? That’ll be hurting him as well.” Molly’s eyes flew to Gray at her words, brows furrowing, lip trembling. “Y-you can feel that?” she asked in a trembling voice. Grayson nodded. “So, how about we get this over and done with, that way we can help your alpha feel better?” Francis asked gently. Molly nodded, sitting up straighter, and Zach let her without releasing his grip on her. One of her hands reached up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before rolling up her sleeve and exposing her arm to the nurse, who wasted no time in wrapping a thin band of elastic around her upper arm. Zach gently rubbed his thumb along her thigh as the nurse got to work, distracting her in a move that all of us noticed but didn’t dare say a word regarding. When the needle pierced the skin, Molly whimpered, a sound that hurt me to my core—and I wasn’t even bonded with her, so Grayson was probably feeling a hundred times worse. Once the drip was set up on the metal stand and the liquid was slowly hydrating the sickly omega, the nurse busied herself grabbing supplies. “I’m just going to pop back to the car and check on a few bits. I’ll be right back,” she assured us, bustling out of the room. “I don’t like you,” Molly sniffed, clearly talking to Zach, even though she refused to look at him. “I don’t like you either, trouble.” Zach laughed lightly, kissing the top of her head gently. My eyebrows flew so high, I was surprised they didn’t disappear into my hair. Molly’s eyes drooped, the adrenaline from fighting the IV wearing off and exhaustion taking over. “Do you see what I see?” I whispered to Nils, who was closest to me. “You know Zach—he’s a caretaker through and through. I bet his alpha is thriving off this experience.” Gray replied. I nodded absentmindedly, not taking my eyes off them. After weeks of them snapping at each other, this was a downright bizarre sight. “It’s like those internet videos of people trying to tame feral kittens with cuddles,” I whispered. Grayson snorted. “Not far off.” “I can hear you,” Zach snarled quietly. “Go make yourself useful and order some dinner. Something not fried, preferably. I’ve made a bunch of bone broth for Molly as soon as she feels better.” Zach had cooked? For Molly? I felt like I was in upside down land. I kind of liked it. —Packed In The Penalty Box (Pucking Alphas Book 1)

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