Alpha Ian's The One and Only

Chapter 7

Ian's P.O.V

I pushed open the double doors and went inside. When Noah informed me that Natasha had to rush to ER, I was near panicking. I have fought hundreds of wars and been in countless close fights. Never once in my life have I ever panicked. It's been only a day since I found my mate, and she is already making me feel emotions I have never felt before. I am screwed.

Following my mate's scent, I found her talking to one of the doctors. Her presence relaxed me. All I want to do is hold her in my arms and kiss her pink, luscious lips, remove that blue shirt covering her soft feminine curves, kiss her skin, hear her sweet sighs and make love to her until we both are exhausted. But that has to wait for later.

My feet subconsciously took me toward my destination. Standing behind her, I place my hands on her waist. Startled, she looked at me and then at Creed and Bane standing behind me.

"What are you all doing here?"

"I heard there was an emergency."

"You..."

"Natasha?" The doctor interrupted her. I growled, not liking anyone interrupting my mate. Natasha covered my hand on her waist with hers and gently squeezed. The small gesture and the feel of her hand made my heart skip a beat. Fuck.

"Sorry, Richards, I got distracted. Please continue," She replied in her soft, sweet, stunningly feminine voice that could soothe a raging ocean.

"Liam has a hairline fracture in his arm, and as a precaution, we have to put on a cast. Claire has a couple of scratches. They both have a slight concussion. You can either keep them here overnight or take them home. You are the doctor, so you know the procedure."

"Thank you, Richards. I will take them home. I think they both will be more comfortable there than here."

Who are they discussing? Creed asked.

I don't know.

Can't you read her mind? Bane asked.

I am not reading her mind unless necessary. She told me yesterday not to read her mind without her permission, and I am respecting her wish.

A growl from my right made me look at Bane. I followed his stare and saw a little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair walking toward us.

Mate.

Creed and I both stared at Bane and then at the little girl.

Bane, are you sure? Creed asked.

I could feel his worry through our link. Bane was his nephew and very young in werewolf years. He is right to worry because finding a mate who is still a child is unheard of.

The little girl walked toward Natasha and wrapped her tiny arms around her leg. But her eyes were moving back and forth from me to Creed to Bane. Then she looked at my hand around Natasha, and she frowned.

Bane's focus was on the little girl. We could sense his confusion and worry but also protectiveness and wonder for his mate.

As the doctor left, the little girl spoke, looking at us, "Who are they, mama?"

"Umm, they are, umm, my friends," Natasha said with uncertainty.

"Oh." The little girl moved away from Natasha and smiled at us, "Hello, I am Briella."

Bane stood tongue-tied, and I was stunned. My mate has a child. I cannot blame her for not waiting for me, for something she doesn't even know. But I want to rip the man to pieces for touching my mate. I am angry at the man for kissing her, holding her, starting a family with my Natasha, and having her heart. My vision became more focused, my canines were aching, and I could feel my claws extending. I might have made some sound because Natasha was now standing in front of me, holding my face in her tiny hands and saying something. But I couldn't hear anything over the thundering in my ears. I felt a soft feather-like touch on my right cheek, then my left cheek, and a whisper on my lips. The cloud of anger slowly faded away, but my wolf was still on edge.