The Lycan Hunter (The Gardinian World Series) by Kelsey Jordan Read Free Book Online Page A

exactly a fully kitted hospital, Hunter. I have the necessities. You’re lucky I even have this machine, as I rarely use it. Second, you are in the infamous take it or leave it scenario. Being that it’s you who’s tied up, I gotta ask: Are you a taker?”
    “Fine. Do the ultrasound.”
    She jumped when the wolf lifted the gown that he had placed on her after the surgery and undressed her wound. He put the tube of gel in the warmer.
    “My nose itches.”When he scratched her nose for her, she jerked back, irritated that he hadn’t released her arms.
    “Don’t touch me.”
    “You are aware that I spent three hours inside of you, right?” He gave a tight smile at the double entendre. “I ’ m not stupid, Hunter. Stop treating me like it.”
    Alexis sighed and watched the Lycan as he sat down at the machine and typed in various bits of information.
    “What’s your name?” she asked.
    “Why?”
    “Would you rather I kept calling you ‘wolf?’”
    “It doesn’t really matter.”
    “Fine.” She waited while he grabbed the gel and gave it a good shake, still managing not to look at her. “My name is Alexis.”
    In truth, she didn ’ t know why she bothered with names. It wouldn ’ t matter when she killed him later. And she would kill him. Anything would be better than returning to the Hunters a failure in deed and conviction to the Hunter cause. She had little else in the world. This one Lycan wouldn’t be the one to take what she had left from her.
    “This should be warm.” He squeezed a glob onto her stomach, careful to avoid the angry ridge of stitches. He then adjusted the screen . “Can you see, Hunter?”
    All Hunters were trained combat medics, which meant she knew when something foreign was inside. A cursory glance told her that wasn’t the case.
    “Call me Alexis, and yeah, I can see.”
    He moved the wand around, pointing out structures in her abdomen on the screen. He answered the few questions she had regarding spots on the screen before turning the machine off.
    “Are you satisfied?” he asked.
    “For now.” Alexis watched while he put everything away, cleaned off her stomach, and redressed her wound. It bothered her the way he was acting. Granted, being stared down by a wolf wasn ’ t exactly enticing under normal circumstances, but something about his motivation for the change didn’t sit right with her.
    “You’re not looking at me.”
    He glanced over his shoulder, “What?”
    “You don’t look at me like you did earlier.”
    Kyran sighed. “I was amused; now I'm not.”
    “Tell me what was so amusing about me.” Her tone held a subtle command.
    “Do you have manners or did they actually forgo that part of your training?”
    “What?”
    “Nevermind. I ’ m going to get your room ready. I ’ ll be back later.”
    The wolf left before she could even ask him what he meant by her room. She wasn ’ t exactly on vacation, so she could only begin to imagine what he had in mind as a room. More than likely it was something dark and smelled faintly of mold.
    ***
    Kyran stood in the suite where the Hunter would be staying, located in a hall that branched off from the corridor that held both Ronan ’ s and his own suite of rooms. The room ’ s design specialized in keeping Lycan prisoners, however rare they were, from roaming unattended through the compound. He had no doubt that it would hold his patient.
    The suite, referred to as the Green Room, had recently been redecorated from a haunting, stale smelling room to one with earthy colors that smelled like the forest. Everything was brand new and freshly washed, with the exception of the small leather duffle that set on top of the heavy, carved dresser.
    Kyran knew that putting her into one of the rooms that still had shackles bolted into the wall was the safest idea. However, it would make her extremely uncomfortable, which was contradictory to the message of good will that he was trying to send. He managed to quell the