TWO | THE INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER TWO | THE INTRODUCTION

ALENA

Sunlight filters into my room and I lay my arm over my eyes with a groan.

I woke up yesterday and found myself in a hospital bed. I was provided a meal and my wounds were treated. The medical staff was friendly and helpful.

As I sit on the hospital bed wondering when I will be discharged, the doctor comes in and tell me that I'm good to go. I am confused, cause I don't exactly know where I am or where I am supposed to go next. So I ignore the doctor and don't move an inch.

A petite maid comes in after the doctor leaves and asks me to follow her, apparently, by the Alpha's order. The poor girl keeps bowing down for me every five minutes. At first, I ignore it, but after the fifth bow, I ask her to stop.

As we pass through the pack house, I notice that a lot of people keep staring at me and some even bowing down. I pay no mind to it, thinking that it's because I'm a new face in their pack, probably coupled with the fact that I look like death. Gina, the maid, takes me to a gigantic room, I'm guessing it is the master bedroom.

Long velvety drapes frame a large arched window. The walls are a light gray and are adorned with canvases displaying beautiful abstract designs that bring in some colour. There is a large white dresser with a big decorative mirror hanging above it.

I walk in and sit on the king-sized bed with deep, red-colored sheets and a lavender duvet. There is a sitting area with comfy-looking white armchairs, a small round table sitting between them, and a vase of pink roses positioned in the center. The exquisite hardwood floor is covered by a Persian rug that lies in the middle of the room.

I stand up from the bed walk over to one of the doors to the room.

Opening it, I find a large walk-in closet, complete with a stool and a full-length mirror. About a dozen outfits are hanging in it along with several pairs of shoes. However, it is still mostly empty. I leave the closet and open the next door. It is a bathroom with a walk-in shower and a stand-alone bath big enough for two people. I turn to the mirror above the sink and my eyes widened like saucers.

Walking closer to the mirror, I examine myself. My brown locks are very greasy and dirty. My blue eyes are sunken and I look sickly, compared to my normal appearance. I've always been on the thinner side, but now I look almost skeletal.

I decide to take a bath and brush my teeth.

Bending down, I open the cupboards below searching for an extra tooth brush. The movement causes sharp pain in my stomach. I look down to check what is causing me pain. It is the spot where my mate stabbed me. I examine the wound only to find out that it has almost healed, and I am not surprised, since we heal way faster than humans.

It really skipped my mind that I was stabbed by my own mate.

“You stabbed him first." my wolf stated as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, only because I thought he was the guard who hurt me." I replied in defense.

“You hurt our mate." She growled

Rolling my eyes, I ignore her and take the extra brush. Putting toothpaste on it, I begin brushing my teeth.

After, I start contemplating what next I should do. I spot a mini door and pull it open, only to find towels in it.

I went back to the room to pick out an outfit to change into and to my absolute shock, all the clothes and shoes in the closet are exactly my size. I am even more surprised to see bras and underwear my size.

I feel very uncomfortable knowing that someone examined me so closely while I was passed out. It feels like they invaded my privacy even if the person is my other half.

That fucking jerk.

My mate must definitely be a creepy. I won't even be surprised if he is a pervert too.

Not wanting to dwell on something I have no control over, I quickly pick up an outfit from the closet and leave.

I go back to the bathroom and adjust the water temperature until the room begins to be filled with steam. I climb in and the hot water instantly relaxes my sore and aching muscles, causing me to exhale in utter relief.

I take my time as I lather up my hair and body, standing under the shower head as water runs down on me.

I don't know when next I will be able to access such nice accommodation, so I might as well make it worth it.

I dress up in the bathroom, because of the fear of someone walking in on me naked if I dress up in the room.

Walking out of the bathroom fully clothed, with a towel wrapped tightly around my hair after a very satisfying shower, I feel accomplished.

I'm toweling my hair when I walk into the room and suddenly, I freeze mid-step.

Sitting on one of the armchairs is my mate.

He instantly sits up when he sees me.

His face is stone-cold as he silently stares at me.

With caution, I move closer to him. He notices this and rolls his eyes. He gestures to a tray of food on the table next to him, it was at that moment that I notice that I'm famished. I moved closer and my gaze finally leaves his eyes to see what he bought for me to eat. My eyes widen at the smorgasbord lying in front of me, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, fruits, and my all-time favorite, waffles.

My eyes dart to him and then back to the food I start salivating, with my mouth closed of course. I don't want to act like a dog in front of my mate.

I know I never wanted a mate, but HOT DAMN!

This dude is fine as fuck. I feel like I'm not even worthy of licking the sweat off his body, not worthy of kissing the ground he walks on.

Standing next to him, I feel like the trashiest trash ever know to mankind.

Deciding that my mates hotness is not as important as my hunger, I move closer to him so that I can assess my food.

I sit down and begin digging into the delicacy placed in front of me while moaning In satisfaction.

His eyes darken at the sound before he quickly regains his composure as if he is embarrassed about his reaction to me. He watches me as I eat and it makes me very self-conscious. He throws a comment about how I'm eating under his breath which I choose to ignore because it is not far from the truth.

After I finish eating every single thing on my plate, I look up and stare into my mate's gorgeous eyes. We sit in silence for a few minutes before he breaks it.

“What is your name?" he asks while staring at me intently, like a detective.

I feel like he's testing me, trying to see whether I'll lie about it or not. At first, I was planning on lying since I never wanted a mate and was planning on rejecting him, but the look in his eyes made me spill the truth.

“Alena King." I replied while shifting my gaze away from his beautiful green eyes.

Those eyes...they look so familiar, like I've seen them before. I couldn't pinpoint where I have seen those eyes, but they feel very familiar.

“Alena king, daughter of the late Caleb King, Alpha of the former Crest pack. The only survivor of the genocide that occurred two years ago which made you rogue."

I stared at him with wide eyes, while trying to create some distance between us. How the fuck does he know all that about me?

Okay, this is getting really creepy. I know he is my mate and has a right to know all that, but there's a difference between me telling him and him finding out by himself.

“How the hell do you know all that?" I inquire in curiosity and with caution.

“I had a background check done on you while you were still unconscious." He replied impassively, like he hadn't invaded my privacy.

What is wrong with this dude? Taking a deep breath, I ask the question I should have asked from the moment we met.

“Who are you?" I stare into his eyes while anxiously waiting for his answer.

I have a feeling that I'm not going to like it. Some seconds of silence pass before he speaks again, and the words he says crush all my hope.

“Alpha Nathan." Those two words cause me to fall off the chair, in an attempt to get as far away as possible from the monster in front of me.

No, it can't be, fate wouldn't be as cruel as mating me with the same man who murdered my family.

”No!" I scream while furiously shaking my head.

I am on the verge of a panic attack.

OH SHIT!