Chapter 5

Emily was perplexed by the sudden pause in the conversation.

Lilac appeared to be in a bad mood because her cheerful and upbeat demeanor had utterly vanished.

And the only difference between Dillon and Millie is that Dillon is standing up straight as he always does, whereas Millie, who was previously calm and easygoing, has adopted more professionalism, standing as if she is waiting for a command.

Then Emily became aware of approaching footsteps. She pulled the blanket with her trembling hands, and for the first time, she was able to accomplish what her mind desired. She was slowly pulling it up when the door opened.

A tall man walked inside. He has fair skin and jet-black hair and towered over everyone. His jawline was defined and emphasized the masculine characteristics he possessed. She had never seen a man move quite like him, gracefully but with an unforgiving glint hidden behind his piercing blue eyes.

Even though he was across the room, the aura surrounding him demonstrated the immense power he possessed, and she was frightened of what she saw.

She had come into contact with dangerous men. Throughout her life, her stepbrother Cole and even her father have shown her distress... However, neither of them possessed the same level of intimidation as this man.

He shifted his gaze to her.

The way his blue eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul was something she couldn't help but notice.

She was startled when she felt a banging in her chest and she could hear the booming rhythm of her heart.

'How could someone be both dangerous and attractive at the same time?' she thought.

What was it about him that made her feel drawn to him?

The three with her earlier were all looking down at the ground with their necks turned slightly towards him, which is a common sign of submission among wolves.

In her experience, wolves only acted in this manner on one occasion, and that was when they were in front of their Alpha.

When the realization dawned on Emily, she felt a pang of fear.

How could she be unaware?

He must be the Alpha of Blue Moon!

… And this was confirmed when Dillon called him. "Alpha!" and greeted the man with respect.

It takes only a simple nod from the enormously attractive man to acknowledge Dillon, an aura of authority emanating from him that was far greater than Dillon's own.

He turned to face Millie, who had already pulled out her report.

"Alpha, Miss Emily remains quite frail, but she should improve significantly within a month with adequate treatment," she explained.

Emily frowned. 'Am I that weak? But I'm just fine when Dillon fetches me. I have bruises, but I get used to it,' she wondered.

However, she realizes Millie was right; remembering what she did earlier, her hands couldn't perform correctly.

The Alpha's expression remained unchanged when he learned the news from Millie. But he moved, and he's heading in her direction.

Emily was utterly taken aback. She had never encountered a wolf as exquisite and quick as this one. He moved so swiftly as lightning struck on the land. The next thing she knew, he was already standing at her bedside.

She was surrounded by the faint scent of a musky odor. The earthy aroma reminded her of being in the forest on a rainy day, and it took the place of the sterile chemical smell that pervaded the room. It was chilly, but it had a kaleidoscopic quality to it—defining him.

Emily couldn't stop herself from lowering her head.

The man’s black leather shoes had come to a halt right next to her bed, with the toe of the shoe pointing in her direction, which she had noticed through the gap in her hair.

She could feel his eyes piercing at her.

"Look at me." His voice was deep and resounded in her ears, sending shivers on her spines and tingling up to her head.

Suddenly, the icy reflection of his silver cufflinks came into her field of vision. By this time, his hand had already reached out toward her face. His fingers were lengthy and robust, drawn in a perfect size and shape.

Emily grits her teeth when she doesn't like the thoughts that are running through her head.

His warm fingers pressed hard on her chin, forcing her head up.

Indeed, the Alpha of Blue Moon was not a patient man.

Emily's face was flushing, and she was thankful her long, loose hair still covered her face.

"Don't ever make me repeat what I have said."

Emily had no choice. She then looked at him. When she met his gaze, she felt pushed into hell.

The ward's cold white light cast a soft glow around him and viewed him like a king, a royally handsome one.

A crease ran between his sculpted, jet-black brows. He frowned as if he despised this world.

His piercing blue eyes locked on hers as he bent down.

She trembled, wondering if he'd swoop down and seize her, either take her up into the dark forest or throw her down the ridge mountains. She forgot how to breathe in his hands.

The disturbing rhythm of her heart was the only sound she could hear.

She caught a glimpse of his right arm moving. Her body quivered, and she winced, expecting a slap on the face, as her father would have done before, but she ceased because she remembered his warning not to close her eyes.

She wouldn't rebel. She then barely kept her eyes open.

Seconds passed, but she didn't feel a heavy slap on her cheek. Instead, he reached up and brushed her hair away.

Her hair brushed against her cheeks, and she could smell his musky odor again, engulfing her in a nest of softness and comfort.

He scanned her face with his piercing blue orbs as if remembering every feature.

Those blue eyes were like high waves in the sea, ready to take and end lives at any time. She noticed how evident and magnificent his eyes were when he stared at her intently.

His gaze absorbed her. Suddenly, her depression and uncertainty dimmed, leaving only his pure and wonderful color in his eyes.

However, Emily saw her reflection in them. She was a defenseless girl sitting on a hospital bed, forced to look up at her new master.

She felt like crying, but she knew nothing would happen if she chose to.

Suddenly, she had to stifle a soft howl as his skin touched hers again. She had never felt this before—this foreign feeling.

Then, as if certain, he let go of her face, stepped back, and turned around.

He was a few steps away from her when she realized that she needed to know something.

"Hey!"