Orik gently carried Jada to his home, trying not to move her too much, fearful of opening up her wounds. He knew that she wasn't his mate. All he knew was that someone needed to prevent her from being experimented on, and since her mate rejected her, someone had to take his place. He chose to be the one to do it. It helped that he was drawn to her.
It had impressed him that she sacrificed herself to save the others she was with. It told him that she was a very caring and honorable person. She didn't deserve to be experimented on. She had been through enough.
Many of those in the clinic had asked him if she was his mate. All he could think of was to tell them that her mate rejected her, and he claimed her. It was the only way to protect her. It was the truth, just not all the truth.
Opening the door to his small dwelling, he carried Jada inside, carefully setting her on the bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked her.
