Page 11 of Her Destined Alpha
“Okay... back up a little,” I said, placing my hands on his arms.
He really was built… I firmly pushed him back, feeling the muscle under my fingers. His stormy grey eyes met mine, and I didn’t miss how his gaze dipped to my lips. That confused me, too. Surely someone as handsome as him had a line of women waiting for him, not to mention that he stated as much earlier.
He finally stepped back, but it looked like it had been hard for him to do so. I took a deep breath.
“How about you go clean up? I’ll make some coffee…” I suggested. I just needed a moment. I was relieved when he nodded and walked to the bathroom.
I opened the fridge and prayed I had enough milk for two mugs of coffee. I really needed it after how the night had gone. Nope… oh well, I could deal with half. I poured it into the pan and then realised I only had one mug. I froze in my spot. I had never ever had a guest. Would I class him as a guest? Either way…
I rummaged through my small box of dishes until I took out a plastic cup.This should be okay for me.I had just finished pouring the coffee, and my own cup was only a third full when he stepped out of the bathroom.
I turned, my throat going dry at the sight before me. He held his jacket in his hand, clad only in his belted jeans and boots. He looked like a male model on a catwalk. The way he walked with a swagger... his abs... his chest… a tribal tattoo was on his left shoulder. Even the wounds that were clearly healing did nothing to ruin his look of perfection.
I looked away, praying he’d put the jacket back on. The mattress creaked as he sat down. I walked over,holding out the mug. No, he didn’t put his jacket back on.
“Thanks,” he said with that smile that caused me to feel strange.
“I know you… werewolves... like to be nude but put your jacket on.” He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me. Even sitting, he seemed to almost match my height.
“I’m not really nude, I’m dressed, but yeah, we don’t mind getting naked.” He winked at me, but I just looked away in disgust. “So, tell me, little kitty cat, how did you survive?”
“Well, if I’m a cat, you must be a dog. Oh, sorry, I forgot you already are a dog,” I shot back. “Stop calling me those irritating names, or I’m going to start saying ‘here doggy,’ to you.” He looked surprised at that but simply smirked. Did he hit his head?
“Okay, I’ll try not to. No promises though, because you’re really cute and tiny.” He looked down at his cup, and I quickly walked back to my own, welcoming the warmth against my hand. I only just realised how cold it was, but I didn’t want to use the heater unless absolutely necessary. “So, tell me, how did you survive?”
He wasn’t going to drop it. Then again, he was part animal. Just like an annoying dog, he wasn’t going to stop nagging until he got what he wanted.
I sighed. It wasn’t only that I didn’t want to share, I mean, it was my business, and I didn’t, but more than that... it was one of the lowest points of my life when I really did want to die. I took a deep breath and began telling him exactly what happened…
“Don’t stop me!”
I jumped, hearing his shout. It almost felt as if he hadn’t wanted me to jump, or was that just my assumption? I was ready for it to end. I curled into a ball. I would finally be able to escape the pain… the torture…
I hit something. My body screamed in agony as I felt it rip through me. I tumbled through the tree that had broken my fall somewhat. The pain was so much. I screamed as I hit the ground, pain jarring me, and then everything went black.
When I awoke, I was in a bed. My entire body was aching, and I couldn’t move. Where was I?
“Ah, dear, you’re awake.”
My eyes widened as I looked at the woman. A witch… but I could tell she was not one from the Coven. She smiled gently.
“Alfred! She’s awake!”
“Oh, good lord, that’s a relief!” A warm, gruff voice came.
“W-who are you?” I croaked. I couldn’t even speak. Although I wanted to run, my body refused to cooperate.
“Just an old couple who were out berry picking and found you. I’m Lilly.”
“Don’t be afraid, child, we are just a lone couple out here. You’re safe.”
“I-I wanted to die… you should have left me there,” I whispered.
My throat was parched. The woman seemed to realise and helped me sit up ever so slightly before bringing a glass to my lips.
“Oh no, dear, death is not the answer... You have been out of it for a few months. Your bones are healing, but it will take extensive physio before you will be able to walk again.”
I sipped the sweet honey water before sleep overtook me again, no matter how much I struggled to stay awake…
