Found and Forgotten

Chapter 11

This story is going to start picking up next chapter. The final piece of the plot is coming--any guesses?

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"I told you we shouldn't have tried again!" Thea scowled as she ripped a shirt over her now not-covered breasts. Arthur was scrambling to pull on his pants that were too tight while another knock sounded on the door.

"I know, I know," Arthur grunted as he jumped into his pants. "You were right. I was wrong. What time is it?"

"Almost dinner time," Thea sighed. They finally pulled on the rest of their clothes and opened the door to Domishev and Maksim's nervous faces.

"I'm sorry! Were you busy? We can come back," he murmured. Arthur glanced at Thea to see her hair matted against the back of her head and reached for it.

"We weren't doing anything," Thea sent a nervous glance Arthur's way. "What did you need?"

"I didn't want to bother your father, but I have some questions about the surgery." Maksim swallowed nervously and tried to hide his large body behind his thin mate. Domishev held his hands and squeezed them tight.

"I can tell you all about it. They've told me everything," Arthur assured. His hand left Thea's hair-knot and shut the door softly behind them.

"Let's go to the library. We can talk more there," Thea smiled as she pointed down the hall. Arthur pointed the door out to them and let them begin to walk for a second. As soon as his mate stepped away, he stopped her.

"Fix your hair. You know where we'll be," Arthur told her. Her hand reached up to feel her hair and she gasped with wide eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you would want me to mention it in front of other people," Arthur smiled tentatively. Had he made the right decision?

"Thank you," Thea stood up a bit and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll just be a minute." He watched her turn before walking a little faster to catch up with the two other Lycans. He walked into the library to see Domishev jumping onto a leather couch next to his mate with a giggle, their worries forgotten for a moment.

"What questions did you have?" Arthur felt bad to step into their moment and see the nervousness on their faces again, but they shouldn't feel nervous. They would be in good hands.

"Um—will you tell us what his experience was like?"

"I don't think that's the best idea." Arthur scratched his head nervously.

"Why?" Domishev sent a worried glance to Maksim. "Was it horrible?"

"Special circumstances. We didn't know anything when the surgery began. Now we know a lot more," Arthur tried to assure.

"Really?" Maksim seemed to perk up.

"When dad had the surgery, we didn't have enough to knock him out. His Lycan came out while he was still cut open because mom fell. Now, we know what to do so that won't happen."

"I want to be knocked out with Maks by my side," Domishev insisted with a frown.

"We can do that. Any more questions?"

"No. I'm excited to be in my old form again. When he put that shit in us—ugh, no offense to your pack, but I'm sick of being this size," Maksim looked at his human body with a grimace.

"My dad would understand that feeling. When he got here, he had to relearn everything in his human form. Talking, eating—"

"Roman had this brainwash thing," Domishev screwed up his face.

"My dad said it was primarily used on him. He was the strongest fighter they had, you know?"

"Oh, we know," Maksim murmured. The look on Domishev's face wasn't changing. "Is dinner starting?"

"Yeah, it should actually be almost finished." Arthur looked at a watch that wasn't on his wrist and grinned at them.

"Let's go downstairs, hm?" He scratched the back of the smaller man's head and lead him downstairs before his thoughts could get the best of them. As soon as they left, Arthur turned to Thea, who was still detangling her hair.

"I'm going to go talk to my parents. With their nerves, it will probably be better to move their surgery date up, but we'll ask them before we make any final decisions."

"Okay. I'm going to stay here and fix...this," Thea motioned to her hair, then her wrinkled—and stained—clothes.

"I'll see you in a bit," Arthur said and stood to try and find his parents. Lilia and Lev were messing around in the kitchen, clearing disrupting the chefs.

"Lovebirds!" Arthur said loudly. Lev jumped and turned quickly while Lilia shook her head in mock-disappointment.

"Yeah?" Lev squinted at his son.

"You're disturbing the chefs. Besides, I need to talk to you two," Arthur motioned his finger to the attached living room. The two male mates were discussing Roman while Arthur led his parents to the other room.

"I think we should move the date of the surgery up," Arthur explained.

Lilia wiped some flour off of her face and scrunched her eyebrows. "Why?"

"They're nervous, and rightfully so, and I think it would make them feel better to be back in their true form."

"That makes sense, but we need to ask them first," Lev murmured.

"I know," Arthur interrupted. "They approached Thea and I to talk about their nerves. I think they will want to do it."

A few minutes later both Domishev and Maksim had agreed immediately. Lev and Lilia moved back into the kitchen, and Arthur made eye contact with Domishev who mouthed a quick "thank you" his way.

Thea rushed into the room with her hair fully brushed.

"Surgery is tomorrow morning," Arthur murmured to her. He wrapped his left arm around her hip and rested his head against hers.

"I hope everything goes well," she responded.

"Me too," Arthur sighed. "Me too."

The next morning was anything but calm.

"Listen, listen," Domishev wrapped his arms around his mate's head. Maksim was breathing heavily and trying not to panic.

Dr. Walaban had looked at both of their X-Rays early this morning and decided Maksim should go first.

"Please let me go first," Domishev begged. "He won't do it until he knows it's okay!" Dr. Walahan sighed and rubbed his eyebrows. Dom was right—even if they tried to give him the medicine to make him fall asleep, it wouldn't work. The anxiety wouldn't allow it.

"We'll have to. Go change into this," Dr. Walahan held out a long hospital gown and motioned him towards the entrance. They had quite the audience, too. Lev, Lilia, and both Alphas were behind the glass, reminiscing—with hope—that the surgery wouldn't go like Lev's had.

Maksim had calmed down slightly, but stared at the door his mate had left without blinking.

"It's going to be fine," Dom crooned to his mate as soon as he'd returned. Maksim whimpered lowly in response.

"Do you think Lev would be standing here if this wasn't going to be okay?" Maksim shook his head in answer. They all watched silently as Dr. Walahan helped the Lycan onto the table and Arthur, oxygen mask in hand, stepped forward.

"You ready?" He asked. Maksim was holding Domishev's hand tightly and getting as close as possible to him.

Domishev wiggled around, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. His eyes opened.

"Let's do this."

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