The Doctor's Omega Mate

Chapter Eight- Siege

Kenzi POV:

I blinked open my eyes, feeling a gentle ache in my core, reminding me of what had happened last night. I blushed and rolled onto my side to see Grant snoring next to me, a small line of drool coming from his mouth.

Kenzi....Kenzi... I heard his voice, shocked to realize that it was his thoughts.

Grant I love you. I whispered back, curling into his side. Grant bolted up, gasping and covered in a layer of sweat.

"Oh god, Kenzi!" Grant gasped in horror, tears running from his eyes. "I...I saw your memories last night... Of your parents death! Oh god... Baby I'm so sorry!" He pulled me tightly into his arms, kissing my neck firmly as I curled into him. I moved my hip over so my stomach rested on his, and with a jolt of astonishment, I realized I could feel my legs, and move them as well.

"Grant! My legs are better!" I exclaimed. "I think... I think the mating helped me heal!"

"Oh... That's right..." Grant smirked, licking his bite mark on my neck. "You're all mine now." He began to kiss me then, his tongue tracing my lips as I curled into him and kissed him back. The phone on the nightstand beside Grant suddenly rang, and he pulled away, answering it.

"Dr. Lewis speaking, what is it?" He spoke slowly. His face slowly faded from calm to panic, and I became still in his arms, unsure of what was happening. "How many have been killed already?... And the alpha and luna?... Oh no... Oh god... Yes I'll be there soon." he hung up the phone and bolted out of the bed, racing to his dresser and throwing on a pair of pants.

"Grant, what's going on?" I whimpered, not liking what was happening.

"We've been attacked." Grant answered quickly. "Just like that day two years ago, the siege of the pack. It's happening again. The alpha's been killed."

"Alpha Loren?!" I choked out, tears brimming in my eyes. "What are we going to do?"

"No, it's what am I going to do." Grant cut me off. "I'm needed at the pack hospital, but you are not to leave this house, understand? There's and underground cellar I built after the siege two years ago. The ladder to the cellar is hidden under the loose floor board in the closet. Once you get down there you'll need a flashlight to get to the cellar. There will be a revolver full of silver bullets on the way to the cellar. Grab it, and the bullet vest. Hide down in the cellar. If you hear anyone besides me or another pack member coming down, shoot."

"Grant...but what about you?!" I panicked, tears running from my eyes.

"Don't worry about me. Wolf law states that you can't kill a medic. Even rogues won't harm me." Grant answered, walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. He kissed me harshly, his tongue pushing into my mouth for a moment. "Please whatever you do, don't get killed. Once I leave I'll lock the house up. As soon as I'm gone, run for the cellar. Do you understand me?" I nodded, crying hysterically.

"Grant I love you." I sobbed, unwilling to let him go.

"I love you too, Mackenzie." He whispered, kissing me deeply. "Stay safe." I nearly screamed as he pulled away and ran out the back door, hoping into his truck and driving away. I brushed away my tears and grabbed my clothes, pulling on basketball shorts, a sports bra, and a long sleeved shirt, then yanking tennis shoes onto my feet. I hurried over to the closet and knelt down, feeling around for the loose floor board. When I found it, I ripped it up, sliding under it, to the ladder. I found a flashlight hanging from the handle under the floor board, and grabbed it, shutting the floor board back into its place. I slowly climbed down the ladder, the flash light not on yet. Once I hit the dirt ground, I flicked on the flashlight. I found myself in a long, narrow tunnel, with a shelf next to the ladder. I grabbed the bulletproof vest and pulled it on, fastening it tightly to my torso before putting the silver-bullets into the pocket of my vest. I grabbed the black revolver from the shelf, and the few wolfsbane grenades that sat next to it. I hurried down the narrow tunnel, finding myself at a locked door.

Grant! What's the combination?! I mind linked him.

80927. Grant answered. You're at the cellar?

Yes! I answered as I punched in the digits, the door swinging open for me. I hurried into the cellar and slammed the door shut, panting as I curled into a ball in the back corner, the revolver in my hands, fully loaded.

I spent a good thirty minutes focused on breathing, sipping at a water bottle I had found, and chewing a granola bar. The last thing I wanted was to be dehydrated or hungry if the rogues found me.

As soon as I thought that, I heard the pounding of footsteps and muffled voices coming from outside the cellar. Panicking, I stood up, shaking, and I aimed my revolver at the door.

Tara, if we get through this, remind me to let you go for a three hour run. I told her quietly.

Sounds like a deal. She whispered back.