Dane shook her head because the truth was not quite so easy. “She left her room and wandered out into the storm... we found a body.”

Heart in his throat, Corday demanded, “WAS IT HERS?”

The greying, exhausted woman only offered a whisper. “All tests were inconclusive. We don’t know.”

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STOLEN

STOLEN

Alpha’s Claim, Book Four

Everything had been prepared, extraction flawless.

Huddled on his lap, her body enveloped by his coat, slept an Omega who was his. The risk of the leap into his arms she’d handled well; the way she’d slept once he had her, a sign she felt safe. Not once had his purr faltered, it projected powerfully, so Claire might continue her rest and Shepherd might take the time to examine his mate.

Her head cradled against his shoulder, he moved a light touch over her face. The bridge of her nose, last he’d seen had been badly broken. While she’d convalesced, doctors had set it, but a sharp eye could see the slight bump and hairline scar. Shepherd traced over the flaw, going next to circle the socket of her eye. That too had healed well, no permanent mark remaining from the orbital fracture, no impairment of vision.

She was in perfect physical health.

A small whimper in sleep, and Claire turned her face toward his chest. It was so like her to be fussy whenever he’d inspected her beauty in the past. Shepherd smirked at her unconscious protest, hugging her to him so he might deeply inhale his Omega’s scent.

Across from where Shepherd fawned over his female, a woman read through pages of a chart, quick fingers flipping quietly. “Severe PTSD—improvement nominal. Her list of medications has altered since our last update. Claire O’Donnell is on a great deal of sedatives, some of which are highly addictive.”

“She will be given whatever she needs,” Shepherd, cautious to keep his voice low, answered the unwelcome interruption.

Dr. Osin looked up from the pages. “There is a list of twice daily opiate injections here, doses larger than what I would deem safe. Considering the cocktail of medications, I cannot foresee the side effects of abruptly ending this treatment. Inevitable withdrawal may make her very ill. She will have to be carefully monitored.”

He didn’t care what she may or may not be addicted to. His Claire probably didn’t even know what poison they’d been pumping inside her. None of this was her fault.