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Chapter Eleven

This would have been a very effective maneuver in displaying my anger, if I didn't have cracked ribs, stitches, and a concussion. Instead, I ended up gasping and choking on air as I tried to keep from blacking out. White and black dots swam all over my vision as I doubled in pain.

Warm hands cupped my face as Wulfric cooed to me. Telling me I was going to be alright. Telling me how strong I was. Calling me sweet, even though I had just hurt myself being the exact opposite of sweet. As I my breathing return to normal and the pain ebbed back to the normal dull ache, Wulf's hands left me to return with two horse pills and my hospital water bottle. I quickly snapped them from his large palm and shoved them in my mouth.

"Are you okay?" I had my eyes focused on the ground and just nodded. My emotions were running at an all time high and I was just ready to go back to sleep. I held my head perfectly still, not acknowledging his touch at all, as he wiped the remain tears from my cheeks. Wulf let out a deep sigh. "Listen, why don't you sit in the warm truck and I'll pack for you? Then you don't have to go up all those steps, and you can write a list of things I missed or you want and I'll grab them tomorrow."

I just did another stiff nod and held myself still as he helped me into the still-running truck. He started to lift a hand to touch my face, but I closed my eyes and I heard him sigh and the door close with a soft click instead.

I leaned my head back against the seat, and must have fallen asleep for a bit because the next thing I know, I was opening my eyes to us pulling into the driveway of the big house. My eyelids felt heavy and my limbs were so lethargic that I just let Wulf scoop me up after parking. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes again as we entered the house. I was vaguely aware of people speaking around me as we moved. But mostly I was focused on the feel of warm cotton under my cheek, and I let myself sink deeper into the pain free darkness.

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Waking up again was like rising from the dead. Everything was stiff, even my eyelids. I groaned as I sat all the way up from my already propped position. I was in one of the guest bedrooms that I didn't recognize because it was a lot more luxurious than the others. Even my "just in case" room was not as nice as that, and Liz had gone over the top with that one.

Wulf had woke me every hour and made me tell him my name, birthday, and the date, but I hadn't full awoken until that moment. I think the meds had finally worn off and I was able to think clearly.

I pulled myself into a sitting position on the side of the cream silk, sheeted mattress. I slowly lowered my body off the side until my toes sunk into the plush gray rug. I looked around the room for the first time, and took in the beauty. The large bed I had been in was a dark mahogany with intricately carved twisting posts and a large wrought iron head- and footboard. The room was spacious, with a stone fireplace in one corner, double doors that looked like they led to a patio, and a wide leather chair/ottoman set opposite. Everything was made for a cozy suite you would never have to leave. Picture frames on the dresser caught my attention.

I tiptoed, unwilling to cause any noise in the silent room, as I moved to get a better look. One picture was of Roland and Lizzie by a Christmas tree. I smiled as I moved to the next. This one was of Lizzie and Wulf. And the frame had an inscription about brothers and sisters. My stomach started to sink. I put the frame back and placed my hands on the knobs of the top drawer.

Fuck. My. Life.

Men's underwear and socks. He put me in his room. That- that jerk! This is where I work! He can't just make me be unprofessional by putting me in his room. I shut the wooden drawer with a snap and looked at myself in the large mirror that rested on the dresser. My face wash littered with small cuts, bruises, and my stitched-up cut. But my face was flushed and that went a lot further in making me look healthier than when I had lost so much blood. My hair was a wild halo of waves and bedhead surrounding my face and I had on the huge gray sweat suit that Wulf had bought me.

I pushed my hair back from my face and straighten my shoulders. It's time to tell him exactly what I think. It's time to make it clear that he needs to back. The fuck. Off.

I didn't tiptoe this time as I walked to the door. Doors upon doors lined the hallway as I walked toward where I assumed was the center of the house. But as I approach the opening to the foyer, there was a door open. The loud voices from within told me to slow my steps and be quiet. I could hear Lizzie and Wilfric yelling at each other. I normally would give them privacy, but a word stuck out. Wolf. They said something about my accident and a wolf.

"-have to ease her into it. She's not going to understand. And you'll push her away if you tell her everything at once." I hadn't heard Lizzie talk like that ever. She was pissed.

"I'd rather her be safe than be blissfully unaware. I can't let anything happen to her because we want to shelter her. I won't." Wulfric sounded just as pissed. I tried to tone down my reaction to that sexy sound. Man, I'm so fucked up.

"We've got company." A accented voice warned them.

I waited a couple seconds of tense silence and then decided I'd have to step out. I moved from the side of the doorframe to the entrance. "Uh- So. Um, I'm awake." And then I did a weird little wave. Kill me.

Wulfric met my eyes and looked just as displeased as he had sounded. Well, shit.