Page 69 of The Beta's Heart

“That’s always a good sign,” Broderik said with a smile. “If your mate will help, we’ll get you sitting upright and check out your wing.”

She blew out a breath and reached for Ren, who, along with the healer’s guiding hands, helped her to a seated position. Broderik hummed as he removed the bandages.

“The break was clean, Kismet. I don’t foresee you having any problems with the wing’s function, but you’ll need to take it easy with it and not try to fly for a few weeks until it’s completely healed.”

At the healer’s request, she wiggled the fingers of both hands and moved her arms and legs to prove that the pain and numbness were gone. Ren helped her to her feet and she extended her wings carefully, the left one twinging slightly as she moved it.

“Is there wing physical therapy?” Ren asked.

Broderik chuckled. “Of a sort. Mostly stretching them daily and slowly working up to actual flying. Wings are resilient because of the magic, they just need time to strengthen.”

“I’ll make sure she’s careful,” Ren said.

“Oh?” she asked with an arched brow.

“Yep. That’s what truemates are for.”

“Let me know if you have any residual issues,” Broderik said. “But you should be good to go.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Ren shook his hand. “Yes, thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Be well, you two.”

“I don’t suppose there are any clothes here?” she asked, looking down at the plain, cotton dressing gown someone had put on her.

“They had to cut off your top because of your wing.”

“Dang, I liked that top.”

“Well,” he said, drawing her gently to him with his arm around her waist. “I likeyoubetter.”

“Right, right. Better a torn shirt than a dead truemate.”

“You could embroider that on a pillow.”

She snorted. “How long was I out?”

“A day.”

“What’s going on with the house?”

“The omegas are helping to clear it out. Once it’s empty, they’ll start on the repairs. Malachi packed some clothes for us and took them to the shop apartment. If you open a portal there, we can get you some clothes to wear and then we can stop by the house if you want.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. Ren used his thumb to gently extract it from her teeth.

“What’s the matter?”

“Is everyone dead?”

His gaze softened. “Yeah, sweetheart. Her entire pack came at me, Caleb, and Zander. There was just enough time to call Acksel, and he brought in a lot of help. Every single male is dead.”

It was a sad thing to hear, but also a relief.

“Did you find out what the deal was?”

“One of her wolves said she was obsessed with using me as her alpha mate to get revenge on the alpha of another pack. Did she say anything to you?”