The doctor started pulling out bandages after shifting back and getting dressed, but not before he unlocked the door to the bedroom. His wife came in, caring water and several bottles of liquid protein Jasmine would need to drink as soon as she was able to.
“She’s breathing,” Logan said with a sigh. “Let’s clean her up and get her into bed before she wakes up.” Logan reached for one of the damp cloths as did R. D, and they both started to work on her. As soon as Jasmine had passed out, Logan had untied her hands.
“She’ll want to take a bath?” he questioned the doctor as he taped a bandage around the big gashes in her neck, which were slowly closing. It would take a day or two before the wounds were totally healed and her insides would be also healing over the next week.
“Tomorrow she can take a bath, but for now I want her in bed for the rest of the day. Twice she has had trauma today. It’s hard for the change alone, but to be attacked like she was.” The doctor shook his head and stood.
“Move her to the bed and I suggest one of you stay with her at all times for the next few days. She should sleep the rest of today. I’ll come back in a few hours to check on her.” Both he and his wife left after taking the tarp, dirty bandages, and towels with them.
R.D. watched his brother carry their mate to the bed where he gently placed her in the middle before covering her up with the blanket. He turned his gaze back to where R.D. stood, as he curled up next to her. “We’re going to have to really turn on the charm, brother. She’s been hurt so much lately.”
“And we will, but you know we have another problem we’re going to have to deal with?” R.D. moved to the other side of the bed, careful not to jostle her as he settled in against her. “You know how mother is going to take this.”
His brother growled, causing Jasmine to whimper in her sleep. “Knock it off, she needs to sleep,” he frowned at his brother, but knew how he felt. When it came to their mother, both of them had little patience. She had stepped over the line too many times. Hell, she was lucky to be alive. Tricking the alpha of the pack into bed was not a smart move, let alone allowing his grandson to be kidnapped so long ago.
The only reason she was still alive was the fact that she was their mother. His father always said a child should have a mother, but when he had found out about her habits, their father had stepped in and raised the both of them. Only on certain occasions did they have contact with her, until they had reached their adult years. Then they interacted with her because they had to keep her from stirring up trouble in the pack. No, their mother was a trouble maker and she hated their father’s new mate with a passion.
R.D. cringed thinking of her reaction to the news about Jasmine. Yes, they would have to protect their little spitfire from their own mother.
***
Jasmine listened to them thank someone for cleaning up the bathroom as she considered what they had done to her. Even her stepfather had told them to do it. She hurt everywhere, bones and muscles ached. Hell, even her face ached, not to mention that her throat burned like crazy. Was she pissed, you bet. Once more they had taken the decision out of her hands, scaring the crap out of her in the process.
How long had she been sleeping? She was hungry that was for sure, and her stomach kept growling, but the one good thing was that her head wasn’t throbbing as it had been before.
“We know you’re awake, Princess, so open those eyes so we can discuss what has happened.” R.D. said brushing his lips over hers. “Breakfast is on its way up, but first you must drink a couple of these special shakes the doctor has made for you. It will help.”
She opened up her eyes and sucked in her breath. Everything looked different, brighter, things she wouldn’t have noticed before, Jasmine did now. Like the fact that her vibrator was sticking out under a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. “Damn,” she whispered, then glanced at R.D. who followed her gaze and laughed.
“Don’t worry, Sweetie, it will be a few days before we try out your toys. Logan, let’s help her sit up.” Both men reached under the blankets placing their hands on her hips, lifting her up. That’s when she realized that she had been naked under the blanket and that both men were only wearing boxer shorts.
She blushed and she swatted at their hands. “You slept here? Where are my clothes and why do I feel all sticky?” Jasmine asked as her bedroom door opened and the doctor came into the room, followed by her mom and stepfather.
Jasmine squeaked and grabbed the blanket that had slipped down, covering her chest while she glared at the doctor. “You hurt me,” she growled and both Logan and R.D. started to whisper to her, rubbing her arms.
“Shhh, he was only doing what had to be done, Jasmine. We need you strong so we can face this thing head on. No more hiding things, like your pets out there making holes all over my land,” Cole said, giving her that stare which had her squirming under his gaze.
She shrugged. “I found that one as a baby, his mother was dead. I couldn’t leave it alone.” She looked at her mom. “I guess in some way I needed him more than he needed me. I started to feed him and take care of him.”
Cole nodded. “I know you did, that’s why I forbade the men to kill
