{ Five Days Later.}

Five days.

Five whole days since I had seen Pierce. He was busy with helping the Alpha and helping build his cabin and the closer the full moon got the more desperate for his attention I seemed to get.

I had thought about stripping naked and running in front of him to get his attention but then the whole pack would see and that would just be extremely awkward.

Right now I was supposed to be training but I couldn't seem to focus.

"Blackwell, Drop and give me twenty push-ups for not having your head in the game," Wyatt said.

His words went through one ear and out the other. That landed me in much more trouble.

Wyatt grabbed the hose and soaked me.

"You mother fucker," I yelled and chased after him when he went running.

Wyatt ran through the yard right passed the place they were building Pierce's cabin, I never saw Pierce round the corner and I smashed into him, we both flew to the ground and my arm made a not so good sounding snap as it connected to the ground. Wyatt was standing off to the side laughing his fucking head off and I shot him the finger and screamed at him.

"I broke my arm you fucker."

I didn't even get to apologize to Pierce for knocking him down because he was way too busy looking at my arm. He picked me up and tried to carry me, I wasn't having that shit.

"I broke my arm, not my fucking leg."

"Stop whining."

"Put me down."

"Nope, not fucking likely."

"This is embarrassing."

" I really don't care."

Pierce carried me inside the pack house and down to the pack doctors. Pack doctor Smith already had the shit out cast my arm.

"How are you, Erin."

"Very much broken."

"Good Goddess I seem to be patching up your bones all the time, You warrior wolves are just too rough on each other."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"So how did this happen?"

"I was chasing after your husband because he soaked me with the hose and I ran into two hundred plus pounds of pure Werewolf living wall and crunched myself."

"Christ sounds painful."

The living werewolf wall grunted as I poked him in the side with my good hand. Something funny came into my head and I couldn't keep it to myself.

"Because you broke my arm, The one I beat off with, that means you have to beat me off."

The doctors face fell and he started to laugh, Pierce, on the other hand, didn't laugh. His eyes became yellow rimmed and he let out a light growl as he pulled me off the hospital bed and into his lap. He inhaled my scent and then I heard him say sorry softly.

I didn't move off him, I stayed there and leaned back against his chest. The doctor cast my arm and sent me on my way. I waved the casted broken limb around in the air like a nut. The Alpha came to find us once he had found out I had broken myself.

The Alpha was always the first to write on my casts. I explained to him what had happened and he just laughed at me.

"Pierce, the price for breaking me is you have to stay the night with me and wait on me."

Pierce turned to me and smiled before saying.

"Essentially you want me to play your doting husband for the night?"

"Exactly."

"I can do that."

"Good Good, Consider it practice for the future."

He smiled and just shook his head probably thinking about me being a nut.