Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (book club suggestions TXT) 📕

look. “Not this time, pint size. The doc is going to keep him out and do a bunch of tests you won’t want to see or can’t get in the way for. As soon as he’s done I’ll take you over to see Tag, okay? You’re going to sit there and worry and you can do the same thing from here where you’ve got people to support you.”

I thought it over for a moment. I didn’t like it but it made sense. I also wasn’t taking any chances. Getting right in the doctor’s face, I let him know how serious I was. “You hurt him or pull some mad-scientist experiments on him and I’ll knock you out permanently. We clear? Tag’s my whole world and if you fuck him up or don’t fix him there won’t be a rock or hole you can hide in from me.”

“Tristan and the High Council can attest to the fact that I’m a good doctor,” he said gently, understanding my threats came from fear. “I want to help him, that’s all. I don’t even have an evil mad-scientist laugh, I promise.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” I gave him the best smile I could muster right then, appreciative that he didn’t blow up at my craziness.

I moved around Tristan and gave my unconscious man a quick kiss. “Pass all your tests and get better, my love. I’ll come see you soon.”

I was proud of how strong I was when Tristan left with Tag over his shoulder, the doc trailing behind them. I didn’t cry, I didn’t break down, and I didn’t demand to go with them like a child. I stood there, praying to whoever was listening that this wasn’t the end for us. Fate wouldn’t have saved us from hell only to have me lose Tag. She couldn’t be that cruel. No, I refused to believe it.

“Ah!” I screamed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize Azyle and Percy had joined me. “Sorry, was just thinking fate wouldn’t screw me after I just got rescued. Didn’t see you guys get off the sofa.”

“No worries,” Azyle said gently. “So Tristan was telling us he got you an iPad but you didn’t know how to work it. I’m kind of a techie dork. I could help you if you want?”

“I don’t think I could concentrate right now…” I trailed off, realizing what they were trying to do. I nodded and was rewarded with two bright smiles. It was worth a shot. “I’d like to take a run around the grounds too after breakfast if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” Percy agreed right away. “I’d love to get to know your wolf too. I bet you’re the most handsome white wolf in the world.”

“I doubt that.” I rolled my eyes and let him see as we walked out of the living room. Suddenly I was up in Azyle’s arms squirming to get down.

“Too soon?” he whispered gently, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I sighed as we reached the kitchen. “I just feel all over the place. Maybe I just need some time to myself.”

“No, you don’t,” Cameron said as he shared a glance with Jared. “If you’re alone right now, you’ll retreat into your own mind and let the sadness overwhelm you. The doc is smart, like scary smart. He’ll fix Taggart right up and then he’s going to be annoyed you were sulking when you could be getting to know your potential Betas.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, not really feeling the idea of being sociable. I grabbed my iPad off the counter and unplugged it from charging. I handed it to Azyle and gave him the best grin I could muster. “Bring me into the current year then.”

We sat down and Azyle began his instruction. He was a good teacher, patient and able to put what he was showing me into lay terms. I snacked on fresh muffins while drinking my coffee as I soaked up everything he was saying. A few hours later I could confidently connect to Wi-Fi, open a browser, search the Internet, and send an e-mail with the account he set up for me.

It was a good start and he never made me feel stupid. Azyle made contacts in my e-mail, saving his, Percy’s, Tristan’s, and Carson’s e-mails in there for me. Then he did the same for my cell phone, giving me all the numbers I could ever need if something happened or I just wanted to talk.

We were sitting down to lunch when George appeared again. It seemed he went with Tristan and the doc to help assess Taggart and write up a report for the High Council.

“He’s doing better,” George said as Jared made him a sandwich after kissing Tristan in greeting. “He’s not convulsing anymore and sleeping soundly. The doc was right, Taggart’s going through withdrawal symptoms from the wolfsbane. He’s going to set him up on a very small dosage of the stuff so his body isn’t in shock from it suddenly missing. The plan is to wean Taggart off of it in a way that his system won’t freak out without doing any damage to him.”

“When can I see him?” I choked out, my voice full of emotion.

“The doc says it’s best if you stay here for a few days. Taggart’s linked to you emotionally and we can scent people even in our sleep. He thinks that if Taggart smells you that he’s going to fight being kept asleep and it could jar his system.” George eyed me over for a few moments. “I think you and I have built a bond of trust, Dewey.”

I nodded. “Yes, I think you have my best interest at heart and you aren’t out to hurt me or Tag.”

“I’ve never met this doctor before but I trust him. I have medical knowledge given what I do and he’s being careful in his treatment. I approve this course of action