rise. Looking around, his eyes scanned the floor. Nothing seemed out of place, but he couldn’t shake that feeling. Setting his pen down and flipping the chart closed, he handed the file to a nurse.
Something wasn’t right.
Nicholas pushed the door open and walked up the stairwell. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was pulling him in that direction, and as insane as it sounded, he followed. He followed the feeling until he found himself standing in front of the lab.
Scanning the hallway and finding no one there, he opened the door and went in.
“Hey, doc.” The hematologist waved him in.
“Hey, Tiny, how’s everything going?” Nicholas discreetly looked around the lab. Why couldn’t he shake this feeling? He walked over to the six-foot-three man sitting at his microscope.
“I was just about to check out that blood sample you gave me.”
“And?” Nicholas moved closer, the need to grab it and run hitting him strong.
“Give me a minute, let me check it out.” Tiny grabbed the vial and sat back down, setting the tube of blood on the counter next to him. Nicholas had to get that vial. Lunging forward, he grabbed it from the table. His actions looked manic and his thought process erratic as he stared at the crimson tube in his hand.
“Problem, doc?” Tiny sat there with his eyes trained on Nicholas.
“This was a personal favor.” Nicholas spoke to the vial as he let it roll in the palm of his hand, watching the hemoglobin move around its glass housing.
“I know. That’s why I couldn’t get to it right away.”
Nicholas shook his head. “No need, I’ve changed my mind.” Pocketing the tube, he smiled at Tiny.
“You okay?” Concern crossed Tiny’s brow.
“Yeah, it’s just been a long night.” Nicholas backed away and pushed out of the lab. The door snicked closed as Nicholas wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He looked to the far end of the hallway. A man was standing there, his eyes set on Nicholas.
Run!
Nicholas walked quickly to the elevator, waited on its descent to his floor as the man moved faster toward him. Come on, he thought as he repeatedly smashed the button.
The doors dinged open, and Nicholas jumped on, slapping the door close button repeatedly as he hit the ground floor button. The man yelled as the doors slid together. Shit. His heart was beating out of his chest. He had to get out of here. Nicholas had no idea why he was doing this, but something told him the stranger wouldn’t stop until he had that vial, some inner instinct making him protect it.
He hit the stop button on the elevator as he extracted his cell phone. Please pick up.
“Doctor?”
Nicholas blew out a breath. “Maverick, someone’s after me, and I need you to come get me now.”
“Where are you?”
Nicholas could hear sheets rustling in the background. Well, at least the wolf was taking him seriously. “Between the second and first floor.”
Chapter Four
Jason lay in his bed feeling as though the world were lying on his back. The horrified look stared him in the face nonstop since Nicholas left. Those hazel eyes wouldn’t go away. They even chased him into his sleep.
He groaned as he rolled over, punching the pillow from frustration. Jason missed Nicholas, wanted to feel those soft lips on his again, arms snaking around him and pulling him closer. His hand skated down his chest. A growl ripped from him when he felt the scars under his palm. For once in his life, he wished he could be someone else, someone his mate deserved. Not this throwaway that was lying here pitying himself.
“Jason!” Alpha Maverick pounded on his door. His bedroom door swung open, making Jason jump up. He became angry that he couldn’t even get time to himself in his own damn room.
“This is my bedroom. Can’t I at least have respect enough here for you to wait until I invite you in?” He didn’t care that he was speaking to the Alpha this way. Jason had to fight for something in