Page 19 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Then accept my deal. Allow me to stay here for one month, and I will keep our secret forever. I will reject you in secret, and Azura Westwood will be nothing more than a shadow of your past. One month is all I’m asking.”
“No.” His eyes flash, and I frown slightly.
“Then I think it’s time everyone learns the truth.”
“Don’t try me. Heed my fucking words: run, little she-wolf, as far as you can, because if I ever catch you, your worst fucking nightmare will become your reality,” he whispers dangerously, his grip on me painfully tight. A smile curls the corner of my lips, and I raise an eyebrow, running the tip of my nail down his chiselled jaw challengingly.
“Oh, but you’re wrong, Blue-Eyes, because I am the stuff ofnightmares, and I’m here to create hell in your life. Not scared, are we?” Icy blue eyes meet my unblinking, bright blue ones.
“I’m warning you. Don’t mess with me,” he growls.
“Oh? But the thing is, I always do what I’m not supposed to.”
“Then you will regret it.”
A Painful Surprise
Azura
“One month. It’s all I’m asking for, and then I’ll be a good little she-wolf and walk away without unleashing hell,” I reply, trying not to let the mockery in my voice show. I grip his wrist, forcing him to let go of me. He releases me, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
An image of Judah smoking his joint comes to my mind, and the vast difference between the both of them hits me hard. Leo oozes power and danger, yet, despite the pain, I don’t know if it is the mate bond, but I feel better around him. Sure, the pain he has caused me still hurts, and that emptiness that has grown inside of me is still there, but… I know I will be safer here until I find a way to deal with Judah.
“You will behave, and you will not tell anyone why you’re here. Marcel won’t be back for a few weeks, and I want you gone before then. Deal?” Marcel? Something about him using his Dad’s first name tells me things aren’t great between them.
“Fine, I will be gone before your dad is back.”
Our eyes meet before he turns and walks out, slamming the door behind him. I let out a breath, not realising how overwhelming it was to have him here. I place a hand on my stomach. With Leo agreeing, it’s brought me enough time to think of a plan, and maybe I can ask the doctor to do a check. Butwill she be trustworthy enough not to tell Leo? Her Alpha?
The door opens and the doctor re-enters, holding a tray of food. Her gaze instantly goes to my neck.
“Are you okay?” She asks, coming over with fear in her eyes.
“I’m fine, relax.” I give her a wink, walking over to the small sink basin where a mirror hangs above it. Fucker. He left a mark on my neck. “He just has a shitty attitude, but it’s fine. My family knows him, so I’m staying here for a bit.” I shrug. I should have asked Leo what we were going to say, but staying any longer than necessary in his presence is hard, too.
“Oh, I’m glad everything is okay. Please get some rest. I’ll ask the Alpha and have an apartment arranged for you. I have got some food for you to eat for now.” She is so adorable.
“Doctor Demiko, right?”
“Yes, you can call me Jackie. What’s your name?”
“Azura.” I wink, flashing her a small smile. “There’s something you could help me with, but I don’t want Alpha Leo finding out because I don’t want my family to know.” Her smile falters.
“I’m sorry, but if it is something that can compromise -”
“It’s nothing that could possibly affect the Alpha. It’s something personal,” I say with the best dramatic sigh I can muster as I shake my head and sit down on the bed, trying to look pitiful and turn my big eyes on her. She hesitates, then sighs and nods.Thank you, Goddess, for these eyes. They always work.
“Oh, of course. If it’s something I can help with, I will do my best to do so,” she offers gently.
“It’s because you’re a doctor that I’m asking for your help,” I answer quietly, keeping my eyes sorrowful. The moment she places her hand on my shoulder, concern filling her eyes, I know she has bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Oh, this poor angel. But, honestly, I do need help. I am nineteen, pregnant, and injured. Surely, she’d feel for me.
“I’m pregnant, but I don’t want anyone to know… I just… I just need to know if my baby is okay since I’ve been poisoned,” I explain, hoping she understands. Her face drains of all colour as she jumps to her feet.
“I’ll run some additional tests. We didn’t realise -”
“Is there a chance the poison harmed my baby?” I whisper, real fear filling me. Her heart is thumping as she struggles to calm herself down.
“I… I can’t say. I will run some further tests, and we will do a scan. I will check -”
