Honey and Mate 5

Later that evening, Dante groaned awake.

When his eyes opened, he looked up at the white ceiling confused, “Where am I?”

Corbin, who was sitting on the side, sat up in the chair and stretched his back. “You are in the clinic, you asshole.”

Dante sat up and looked at Corbin even more confused. “Why am I in the clinic?”

Corbin smirked. “What is the last thing you remember?”

Dante turned his head and looked straight ahead at the wall. Thinking real hard, the last thing he remembered was that he was in the kitchen with Waylon trying to get his mouth to calm down from the heat.

“I was with Waylon, feeding him cream. What happened after that?” He asked Corbin, who looked at him with a smirk.

“Well, my father carried you into the clinic with a distraught Waylon behind him. Your nose was bleeding, and you were passed out. Dante, this isn’t the first time this happened. Are you perhaps ill?” Corbin asked.

Dante raised a brow. “Ill? I’m a fucking werewolf, and I have my mate. He didn’t reject me