Chapter 13

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Luca's POV

One of the pack warriors comes here just a few seconds after I howl, and a few more comes here not much later.

They make sure that I will get it the pack hospital, and they leave the rest for Denver, while the doctor leads me to one of the rooms.

I can barely walk, but I refused to let other people see someone carrying me, so I guess that I will have to walk with the pain.

"What happened to you?" Jason asks a while later  which makes me look towards the doorway, where he's standing with and unimpressed expression.

"Nothing." I tell him, and then I look at the floor, while the doctor starts the examinations.

"I want to know what happened. Well, my sister told me something, but I really don't believe they you could do that, so I want you to tell me what happened to you." Jason tells me, and I consider what I should tell him.

"She's laying. Your sister told me something about refusing to believe that you're mated to an Omega, and that you didn't reject me because you have some messed up plan or something." I say.

"She said that you were trying to undress her." He tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"And do what? I'm an Omega. Do you know what that means?" I ask him, slightly angrily.

"That you're most likely gay, but that doesn't mean much, you still could be straight." He tells me, with an angry frown.

I shake my head tiredly, and I sit up, ignoring the doctors protests, before I take my pants off, to let Jason see my penis, which definitely isn't as big as it should be.

"Do you think that I could do anything with that? Other than peeing." I ask him, and he shakes his head slightly.

Before he can say anything else, his phone rings, so he looks at it before he walks out of the room without saying anything, most likely to talk with whoever is calling him.

"Can you put your pants up?" The doctor asks me, so I roll my eyes, but I decide to do that anyway.

He gives me a grateful look, and then he helps me lay down, before he continues on touch my wounds.

When he's done, he tells some of the guards to take me back to my house, and I stay there for the rest of the evening, hoping that Jason will come here.

I'm not even sure if I want to talk to him, but I wish that I at least asked for his number, in case that I will want to talk with him.

When it starts to get dark, I can hear that the front door opens, and then I hear my brother's voice, so I groan slightly.

It's not that I don't like my brother, but I don't really like his mate, so I would have preferred to be here alone for the rest of the evening.

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