"Rest first, and I'll notify you when they arrive," Jonas advised as he came to a halt in front of the house.
"How am I supposed to sleep if I don't know how my mother is doing?" I responded as I was taking off my helmet. Even though I knew my mother was okay, Jonas refused to reveal whether they had been injured or not.
"Tamara, your mother is in the presence of my father... He's not as strong as I am, but Alfonzo can deal with ten or twenty opponents on his own "With a half-grin on the corner of his lips, Jonas explained.
"I have faith in Uncle Alfonzo, but I can't help but be concerned. So come in first, and I'll just sit here and wait for them, "I respond by standing by the gate and folding my arm over my chest.
"You want them to see you look like that? If you're fine with that, I'm not, "Jonas says as he enters the home, carrying me on his shoulder.
"What exactly are you up to? Put me on the ground!" I couldn't struggle because I wasn't wearing anything underneath my clothes.
Despite this, I continue to strike Jonas in the back, but it is ineffective. He continued walking until he arrived at my room.
"Get dressed, and I don't want my group to see you like that!" Jonas instructed after I had been lowered.
"What exactly is wrong with my appearance? I'm confident your pack doesn't think unethically as you do!" I responded in an irritated manner. Even though I understand that Jonas simply cares about my well-being, I can't help but be upset by how he orders- as if Jonas owned me!
"And, more specifically, what do you mean by that? What are you saying? Are you suggesting that my lust for you can be seen in my eyes?" Jonas inquired as he took a step closer to me.
My eyes opened when Jonas made his unequivocal confession; I had expected him to refute my allegations, yet he was still proud to admit his wrongdoing.
"Jonas, I'm warning you!" As I took a step back, I cautioned.
"Warn me? For what purpose? I'm not doing anything, or do you want me to do something?" Jonas utters and comes to a halt directly in front of me.
"Okay, that's fine! You must get out of my room so that I may adequately dress, "I agreed immediately out of concern that he might do something dirty again.
"Then get dressed... I'll wait here," Jonas says, causing me to freeze in my stance.
"What do you mean you're going to wait here? Go to your room right now!" I yelled and shoved him out of the way.
"Ouch! I've been hurt!" When I stroked Jonas's side, he reminded me of my bite.
I stopped pushing him and just let out a gasp. Dealing with Jonas makes me feel like a complete moron. So I turned my back on him and went to my dresser to collect my clothing, ignoring him completely.
"After you've finished, please clean my wound. I believe your bite contains rabies. "As Jonas moves up to my bed, he adds a postscript.
Before going into the bathroom, I gave him a critical glance because there was no point in opposing Jonah, especially if he was determined to achieve what he wanted. I immediately threw Jonas out of my head and concentrated on what he had said about me having two wolves in my possession.
"Can you speak with me? At the very least, you should have clarified what's going on... As far as I recall, David Halter is our mate; yet, why does Jonas Hale claim that he is?" I spoke in hushed tones to my wolf. I waited a few minutes for my wolf to respond, but it remained deafeningly quiet. So I just sighed and completed my bath.
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By the time I got out of the shower, I had already put on my clothes. Since Jonas didn't make any noise in my room, I assumed he had already exited the room. Consequently, I was taken aback when I discovered Jonas asleep on my bed.
I moved closer to the bed, never taking my gaze away from his face. I couldn't help but smile as I watched Jonas slumber like a baby.
(How does he manage to appear so innocent when he's sleeping? Hmm, perhaps he has two distinct personas,) I was thinking about this when I put his hair over his forehead.
Because I was delighted by Jonas' expression, I was completely unaware that I had been sitting next to him for a few minutes.
"Are you pleased with what you see?" Jonas expresses himself but keeps his eyes closed.
I immediately blushed and rose to my feet, but before I could move, Jonas grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.
"You said I needed to clean your wound? I would have awakened you up, but you were dead asleep, so I just waited for you to wake up on your own "When he looked at me, I quickly excused myself while diverting my gaze.
"Oh, that's right. I'm not sure what it is, but it's bothering me, "Jonas speaks up in response. He let go of my hand and removed his t-shirt.
"Wait, I'll go grab the medical kit," I said as I jumped to my feet and reached for the kit, which was hidden beneath a drawer.
"Your other wolf... Did you make contact with her?" Jonas asked when I got back to him.
"I try, but no one responds, as if my wolf has abandoned me for no apparent reason," I sigh as I pull out the cotton and alcohol.
"Do you want me to give it a shot?" Jonas utters as he winces when I pour the disinfectant on his wound.
"And what gives you the impression that she will respond to you?" As I wiped the cotton on his wound, I raised a brow in response to his question.
"Damn it, Tamara! Please be gentle!" Jonas expressed dissatisfaction.
"Geez, you're the strongest Alpha on the continent, and you're sobbing with my method of washing your wounds?" I remarked and gave him a wicked grin.
"I'll kiss you if you don't stop torturing my wounds!" Jonas declared.