Chapter 5

Lena's POV.

“Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond.

He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long.

“Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

The doctor threw a signal at him and he flashed his eyes with a questioning look. He scanned me from my head to toe until I broke contact with his striking gaze.

Who wouldn't? I had no explanation why my heart throbbed from his mere presence.

“Make sure she is alright,” the man said to the doctor, turning to leave after a long pause.

The doctor nodded and got right back into checking my vitals. My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his intentions were for helping me out.

“You'll be alright,” the doctor reported, retracting his stethoscope from my chest.

“You just need a little rest,” he continued.

I tilted my head in all directions and as soon as he walked away, I turned to my right side. My memories reeled in like a movie tape, building up a migraine along with it. I could recall the brutal scene.

That was how I wanted to describe it. I was too humiliated to admit I let him have his way.

These memories came with pain. Elaine was a monster, I said to myself. A ruthless, self-obsessed demon, I cried.

She ruined my life completely just so that her daughter could have my man.

My time wallowing in the miseries of my past continued for some time.

Fortunately, the strange man continued checking up on me from time to time.

His presence was commanding, and his gaze alone was dominating. Something about him screamed royalty, but he did not show it, or he didn't try to show it.

Days quickly turned into weeks and before I knew it, a month was closing in. My wounds had healed already and the doctor made sure he tried his best to remind me that there was so much I hadn't gotten to enjoy.

He tried his best to stop me from having suicidal thoughts but unknown to him, I wanted clarity. I wanted to storm back to Alpha Dominic to punch him and get my payback

I wanted Elaine to be locked in a prison, beaten and grilled by the cold hands of misery. She was the reason for my suffering, my ill-fortune, and my depressed state.

The stranger was the only one who kept me curious away from the plight I had faced in the span of weeks.

Deep down in my thoughts, I felt dirty. The horrid scene kept coming back as flashes of light.

A few more weeks and I was back up on my feet, but my heart turned cold as ice each time I thought of Dominic. I knew I was going to leave this place someday soon.

I wondered where I was going to go. The masked man had clearly warned me not to go back to my pack, and I didn't want to return as a hopeless victim. I wanted to come back and beg for my forgiveness.

I wanted payback.

The door clicked open and a maid walked in with tiny steps. She curtsied as our eyes met and she stared at her feet.

“Good day, ma'am,” she greeted. “If you can kindly follow me it would be appreciated,” she said.

Before I could reply, she walked out without giving me a chance to ask her a question. I rushed outside and hurried to keep up with her pace.

“Hey, is there any way I can thank the man for helping me? I haven't seen him for some time now.” I said to the maid.

She kept mute but glanced at me with a weird smile. I kept moving but my mind was troubled.

Why was she keeping quiet? What is happening right now?

She led me to an empty room, cream coloured and a bear rug in the middle of the room. The walk-in closet caught my attention, and the flowered vase by the windows was a view to die for.

“What's going on?” I asked, curious and dumbfounded.

“The Alpha ordered a change of room,” she replied.

“Alpha?” I chorused back, speechless.

I knew there was something about him but I never knew he was an Alpha. What did he want with me? I thought to myself, my heart beating rapidly.

I clamped my fist and shot a straight look at the maid. “I want to see him,”

“He's not…”

“Please, now,” I pleaded.

“You must…”

“Leave us,” a deep voice echoed behind us. I flinched wondering how he walked in without our notice.

The maid wasted no more seconds leaving us. I swallowed hard as the man walked right in, keeping his eyes fixed on me.

My heart stopped for a second, and I hid my hands behind my back caught up by the tension that followed him inside.

I hadn't had a real conversation with him, but seeing him up close made me feel so tense, almost like I had a grape stuck in my throat.

“G… go… good day,” I stuttered. My breath swallowed my voice before I could complete my statement.

“I see you're better now,” he spoke, his voice echoing through the walls.

“Y… yes… I am,”

His stare turned dark, almost malicious, and stiff. “So I suppose you can explain what you were doing in my pack!” His voice deepened menacingly.

“Y… your pack? I… I passed out and I…” my voice faded as I leaned back several steps until I crashed against the wall. His stare only got intense and I could also tell my time was ticking.

The walls didn't scream comfortable to me anymore; they were compromising.

It's been decades since we had a pack member of the Skull Pack cross into our territory. Are you looking for a battle?” He thundered.

Skull pack?

That was my pack, and we were sworn rivals to a particular pack; a deadly war that made both of our packs come to a truce that lasted for fifteen years.

Could it be that I had stumbled into the Jade Moon Pack? Could he really be the Alpha?

My palms sweat profusely and my breath hitched.

I was in damn trouble.