In the Arms of my Alpha~

Bite Me, My Fated Alpha King

Chapter Three~

Although my body felt at ease in Theonardo's arms, I was still on edge. I didn't know this man, and I had no idea where he was taking me.

He secured his large, muscly arms around me, causing my heart to skip a beat, and I tried my best to keep my head down even though I could feel my pulse in my throat. Theonardo seemed to notice this, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before it quickly disappeared, his eyes focusing back on my wrists.

He muttered to himself angrily in Italian as he carried me towards a sleek dark grey car, I frowned as I gazed at it. Opening the passenger side door, he gently placed me inside, swiftly closing the door behind me and getting in on the driver's side, starting the car up. As he backed up and revved the engine, pulling onto the road, he watched me twiddle with my thumbs in my lap, unsure of what to say or do.

"What's your name?" asked Theonardo, pulling me out of my daydream.

"Kacie ...Kacie Brooks" I replied quietly, watching him shift in his seat after hearing me speak, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion.

"Your age?" "Um, twenty, I think," I spoke, trying my best to focus on the conversation rather than the burning sensation that was spreading down my arms, the silver was making me feel drowsy.

Theonardo nodded to himself, and I found myself wanting to ask him the same question, but I couldn't find the courage to allow the words to leave my mouth. I didn't know if he wanted me to talk.

"I'm twenty-seven," he slightly chuckled, obviously noticing my struggles, his brows furrowing once again as he gazed at me. "We've had that human laboratory on our radar for a while now, but we didn't know what we were up against and how much they knew about our kind. We needed to make sure we could get everyone out alive."

I gazed at Theonardo while he spoke, his harsh features becoming more prominent as he spoke, taking a deep breath he continued.

"How long were you there for?" "Um, about five years," I mumbled, noticing Theonardo's hands turn white as he clutched the steering wheel so tightly that it groaned underneath him. It caused me to panic, worried that he would lose control of the car and we would crash.

"We're going to get you tested and treated as soon as we get home, okay?" I furrowed my brows at the word "home."

My mind wandered to the whereabouts of my family and what they were currently doing. After multiple years at the lab, I had blocked out their memories after realizing that holding onto them was causing me more pain than being alone. However, I couldn't help but wonder if they had moved on and if they were happy without me. Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop, and I hadn't realised that I had been daydreaming through out the car journey.

Looking through the car's windscreen, I noticed a gated area with high fencing around it and guards standing at the entrance. Theonardo nodded at them, and they bowed their heads, opening up the gate, allowing us to drive straight through. As we turned the corner, a large white building came into view, with rows and rows of windows and multiple wolves being wheeled in on gurneys.

"Let's get you treated" soothed Theonardo, stepping out of the car he opened my door for me and helped me out. His hand hovered around my tiny waist in case I needed support, and I found myself breathing heavier than necessary, feeling his skin against my own.

He murmured something to one of the guards at the door, who nodded and urgently made his way into the hospital, taking quick, long strides as he walked.

Theonardo led me inside, I felt my hands start to cramp up and my heart rate quicken, swiftly noticed by Theonardo, who ushered me into a room, closing the door behind us quietly.

"Just try to stay calm, darling," murmured Theonardo as he offered me a smile.

"Doctor Murphy is coming."

The room was small, with lots of medical equipment stacked up on trolleys. There was a computer placed in the corner of the room, and a large hospital bench sat in the middle of the room.

"Alpha Theonardo, I came as quickly as I could," sighed the Doctor, who beamed at me invitingly, pulling his glasses from his grey hair and placing them on the tip of his nose, making his way over to me.

"Please, Kacie, take a seat," said Dr. Murphy, waiting for me to back up onto the hospital bed, I perched myself on the edge of it hesitantly, my entire body trembling. "Look at her wrists," growled Theonardo as he averted his eyes from me, breathing heavily, attempting to calm himself down. His arms were folded tightly across his muscular chest, and I took the time to trail my eyes down his tattooed forearms.

The Doctor hissed as he examined my wounds, shaking his head and turning to Theonardo he said, "She's too weak, so her wounds aren't healing. I'm going to need to stitch them up."

My head shot up at the word "stitch," and I started to panic, fiddling with my fingers in my lap, gazing over at Theonardo almost pleadingly, my bottom lip quivering.

"Alright, Kacie, I'm just going to numb the area with-" At the sight of the needle, I shot off the bed, aiming for the door, but before I could reach it, Theonardo wrapped his huge arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground.

"No, Kacie, it's fine!" "No, please, don't!"

I cried, struggling in his arms. I had been subjected to five years of torture, constantly having my blood taken and being injected with unknown substances. I couldn't do it again.

Theonardo growled lowly in his chest in frustration, cupping my tear-stained cheeks as he backed me up against the wall, forcing me to look into his green hazel eyes as he towered over me.

"Kacie, it's fine. We have to do this, please."

"Please, don't," I cried, gazing into Theonardo's eyes, causing him to sigh. He swallowed harshly, his teeth clamped together and his jaw tense. For a second, I thought that he had given in, but he swore to himself under his breath, lifting me in his arms and gently plopping me back down on the bed, ignoring my cries.

"Look at me, sweetheart. Just focus on me." Theonardo parted my legs, stepping in between them and stroking the side of my face, gazing into my eyes as he ushered for Dr. Murphy to get to work.

"Good girl," whispered Theonardo as he offered me a small smile, brushing my hair away from my streaky face, the tingles from his touch distracting me for a split second.

I studied his face as Dr. Murphy began to stitch me up, focusing on his soft, tanned skin and the slight freckles dotted on his nose. He had soft, plump lips and straight, pearly white teeth, and his eyebrows were full and thick but nicely shaped. I stared into his eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision, causing his to soften.

"You're all done," announced the Doctor happily, clapping his hands together and setting down his tools.

"Good job, my girl," said Theonardo, flashing a smile at me before taking a step back, examining my freshly stitched wounds.

"I'd like to do a full body check on her if that's okay?" asked the Doctor, directing the question towards Theonardo instead of me, causing me to furrow my brows and scowl.

"Do whatever needs to be done to make sure she's okay," he replied, nodding his head, and watching as the Doctor checked me over. He shone lights into my eyes, tested my reflexes and weighed me.

It was quick, which I was thankful for, but I still felt uncomfortable being in the room. "She's malnourished and will need plenty of rest, for full recovery. It's just her mental health that I'm worried about," said the Doctor, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him, feeling frustrated he was talking about me as if I wasn't in the room.

"Well, that's something we can discuss privately," mumbled Theonardo, looking over to me quickly to see my displeased looking face.

"Of course, Alpha Theonardo" ....Dr. Murphy nodded. "I'd like to see you again in a day or two to check up on you, Kacie. Hopefully, you'll be feeling much better, and we can do some blood tests." I watched as the Doctor excused himself, nodding at Theonardo before exiting the room, leaving I and Theonardo all alone.

We were both silent as we gazed at each other. My heart palpitated at the thought of having to deal with more needles, but I pushed the thought away. That was a worry for another day.

"I'm sorry I had to put you through that, Kacie. I know you are scared, but I couldn't risk letting your wounds get infected when your immune system is this weak," Theonardo said, his Italian accent becoming thicker towards the end of his sentence as guilt masked his face, causing my heart to ache. I didn't like seeing Theonardo upset, and it pained me that it was because he was worrying about me.

I barely knew this man, yet I felt like he was the only one who could offer me some form of comfort and safety.