Chapter Four: I Lost Her

The young woman’s desperate pleas stuns Eros, who stares at her with narrowed eyes, frankly astund that his question could generate such a reaction. His expression doesn’t soften at Ara’s pleas as he tries to figure out if she is manipulating him. 

Seeing that her pleas are not making any dent on Eros’s stony expression, Ara intensifies her act, trying to get the cold eyes watching her to soften–an assurance that he wouldn’t send her back to her ex, but they remains hard and stony, watching her like she is the enemy. 

A look that Ara has seen several times in her life. 

Like she is something not to be trusted. Something bad. 

No, she will not stay here to be treated like she was in the Pack. She doesn’t care what happens to her she is leaving. 

Before the doctor or Eros could read her intent, she yanks the IV line of her hand, using her thumb to place on the bleeding point. She flies off the bed, intending to run, but when she takes a step forward, her head swayed, and she felt unstable on her feet. 

Before Ara could comprehend what was happening, she feels the call of darkness, and helpless to resist its strong pull. 

Eros reacts fast enough to catch the young woman before she hits the floor. “So stubborn,” he whispers to her as his eyes rest on her unconscious face. Intrigued by her beautiful face, he stares longer than he intended, while the doctor stood watching him with curiosity. 

The man before him have always been an enigma, a man he couldnb’t figure out. Doesn’t know what drives him. A man he has never seen close to anyone. 

Now, his interaction with the young woman is something of a novelty. He has never seen him care for anything or anyone like this, and he has known the young man for three decades. 

“Mm-hmm,” he coughs to get Eros attention. 

Startled to have been caught ogling the young woman in his arms, Eros quickly mask his expression, and turns to face the doctor with a blank look, acting as if nothing was amiss. 

Being a smart man, the doctor doesn’t call him out on his action, but politely enquires if Mr Helix would like to put the young woman back on the bed. 

Eros hides his blush perfectly from the amused stare of the doctor, and lifts the blonde in his arms. Once again, he marvels at how light she weighs. Once she is able to eat, he is feeding her some chicken. 

Eros freezes on his way back to the bed at the weird thought that just crossed his mind. Is he thinking of keeping the young woman? He has done his duty and brought her to the hospital, so why is he still here? 

“Is everything alright?” The doctor questions cautiously when he notices Eros just standing half way to the bed, with a perplexed expression on his face, like he is contemplating some geometry equation. 

Eros snaps out of his thoughts and nods to the doctor. He completes the distance to the bed, and gently lays down the blonde, his action very careful as if he is handling a delicate, expensive, breakable ornament. 

He arranges the blonde until he sure she would be comfortable in that position, then he leans slightly up, his eyes on her face again. He sweeps away the strand that had fallen over her face, giving him a clear view of the blonde’s face. He recalls her plea of not wanting to be sent back to someone. Eros doesn’t know who the blonde refers to, but if the person makes her this scared, then they are bad news. 

He leans down until his mouth is close to the blonde’s ear. Don’t worry, I won’t send you back to him, he promises. He goes to lean away when her smell catches his attention. 

Citrus and honey. 

The delicate smell tantalizes his nostrils, and he seeks for its origin. 

Could be her shampoo, he reasons, leaning in to sniff her hair. Nothing, he shakes his head inwardly when he doesn’t get the smell there. 

Her natural musk? 

The question stirs the junior in his pant as Eros leans in to smell her neck. Yes! He and his beast rejoices as they trace the origin of the scent assaulting their noses. 

“Mm-hmm,” the doctor’s cough interrupts again, and Eros feels the crazy need for the ground to open and swallow him whole. “Why am I always embarrassing myself on your account?” He glares at the blonde like it is her fault. 

The sleeping Ara doesn’t answer his softly, whispered words, and so he decides to leave the bed, but before he did that, he once again schools his features into an inscrutable mask. 

On his feet, he looks at the doctor with the air of executive CEO that he is, used to staring down at his subordinate. “Take care of her, I would be back to see her later in the day,” he orders, his tone stern. 

The doctor nods in affirmation, his head bowed in respect. 

Eros cast the blonde one more look before taking his leave. 

Back at the SleepingHollow Pack, Rex and his warriors returns to Pack House, where a beautiful redhead, his fated mate, waits for him with an eager expression for some goodnews. 

Once they cleared the edge of the Pack Forest, they transformed back to their human forms. The redhead, sighting her mate, hurries out of the house to meet him. 

“So?” She demands, with an eager look at Rex. 

Rex, cold brown eyes finds his fated mate light green ones, a lighter shade than his mate, and it softens with affection. “I lost her,” he answers. 

His words freezes the redhead and she stops walking alongside him. “What!” She screeches loudly, sending the birds in the forest fleeing with her high pitched. She looks furious, and displeased. 

Rex stops walking and turns to his fated mate. He too is furious, because last night, while trying to catch his useless mate, he never expected the complication they would encounter. 

When he learned that the bitch escaped, he had wanted to toy with her, before bringing her back where she belongs. Who would have thought, that the fucking Lycan King would choose that moment to be on his way to God Fucking Knows Where. 

His fist tightens at the thought of his mate slipping through his hands. His amusement has been lost and it fucking infuriates him. 

“Eros has her,” he mutters tonelessly, and turns to leave.