The doctor

Allegra's POV

**One month later

Searching for the doctor to treat Vincenzo wasn't an easy task. I had faked identities to get into packs to search for the doctor despite my parents' disagreement but now, I was old enough to make my decisions, no longer their quiet princess.

Tugging on the tight pants clinging unto my wide hips, I couldn't help but hiss. Thankfully I had a medium sized breast, making it easier for me to walkin bigger shirts.

"My lady, you're only seeking attention by pulling on them. There's nothing you can do to reduce the size of your hips!" Laura scolded me while I frowned. Laura was two years older than I was and was like the elder sister I never had.

"And you're only seeking attention by calling me that in public. Call me Allegra or Alle!" I whispered as we walked on the streets.

"Hmph! Fine!"

"Laura, are you sure this is going to work?" I couldn't help but ask.

Laura had found a salon to change the most unique thing about me which was the purple strand of hair in my brown wavy hair.

This was a unique feature that came along with my powers. Everything I did to make it seem less obvious only made the space it took bigger.

Cutting it off had done nothing but made it longer than the whole length of my hair, making it an eyesore.

"We don't know until we try. I heard this was one unique shop!" She answered enthusiastically and I could tell she was excited.

"I hope they get on with it fast as we have a fish to catch!" I mumbled to myself as I stared at Laura.

Laura had never been one to show her emotions and only a few things could affect her emotionally.

Sighing, I followed her into a salon which seemed odd among all other salons here. I had never been on this side of Italy which was quite fascinating.

We walked into the salon, the doorbell alerting the hairdressers of our presence.

"Come in! How may we help you?" A young girl with an apron strapped to her mother came forward with a stiff smile on her face.

I couldn't blame her though because I could tell we reeked of grass and smoke. It wasn't my fault I wanted to enjoy wildlife.

"Umm…-," I stumbled, not knowing what to say.

"She wants to dye her hair permanently. Do you have a dye strong enough to dye the purple strand of her hair brown?" Laura asked, staring at the young girl intimidatingly.

The young girl shivered visibly as she moved backwards and asked us to take our seats.

We watched as she went into what seemed to be an inner room in the salon before waking out with a more relaxed expression.

"Wh-"

I was just about to ask her a question when a young man slowly walked behind her, his hands in his pants pocket. His entire appearance screamed nothing but terror. His red head did nothing but further heighten my resistance.

The tattoos on his exposed arms screamed nothing but evil and I wanted nothing but to run far away from here.

"Hm, I'd advise you to close that sweet looking mouth of yours before a fly gets in," turning to me, there was a small smile on his face.

I gulped rather loudly, his appearance did no justice to his voice. His voice could lull an unsuspecting individual to sleep but not me. I had enough reason to be suspicious of him and so did Laura who looked like she was ready to brawl with him.

"Sit!" His voice was suddenly calm and cold, sending shivers down my spine. I knew he was talking to none other than Laura.

Seeing as she stiffened, I knew she was also affected but her loyalty to me made her adamant. A quirk of my eyebrow was enough to do the trick as she sat.

Coming closer to me, the weird redhead twirled the strand of my purple hair around his fingers and I had no idea what he was doing. I was starting to lose patience when I noticed the changes in my purple strand of hair. It was changing to the exact color of my other hair.

"Wh…how?!" I gasped in shock as I stared at him, eyes wide.

"What a joke! You don't even recognize whom you're looking for sweetheart," he whispered in my ear and as I stared at the mirror, the glint in his eyes as he whispered in my ear sent shivers down my spine.

This man was none other than "gifted hands"! The damned doctor that almost sent me to help judging from how many pursuers I now had.

Thankfully none of the packs knew my original identity.

"You! IL DOTTORE GIOVANNI!" I jumped to my feet as I stared at him wide eyed.

The only doctor I had been searching for. The one with the gifted hands whom I believed would be able to restore Vincenzo's legs back to normal. This was my gift to him and a way I could feel less guilty about all that happened.

"That's me sweetheart," he winked while I almost choked. Thankfully I wasn't the only one surprised and so was Laura.

"H…ho…wh-," I had a hard time forming words.

"Shh, the one man you're looking for would appear in ELITE DUNGEON in Texas today. How do you plan on getting close to him?" Giovanni asked, once again, shocking me.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask, my eyes wide as saucers.

"I'm not supposed to answer that, am I?"

"Elite dungeon? Shit!" I heard Laura whisper and I frowned. This didn't seem to be good. "What? Do you know about it?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, ELITE DUNGEON is an underground club where people held in high esteem including your Mister come together to pick a woman for their pleasure. They are the type of people who either enjoy sex submissively, dominantly, either in bondage or being a masochist. The list goes on, so what's your take?" It took time for me to process all of the words he said.

"Here, this would help," passing his phone to me,on it was a thorough explanation with the search.

"Sorry to burst your bubbles but your prince charming Alpha loves sex that way," Giovanni spoke while a blush crept up my neck thinking about my first night which I don't remember.

"How are you going to get into the dungeon?" Laura asked, my eyes glued on the phone as I scrolled.

Soon, a small smile spread on my face. Adrenaline shot through my veins, very much aware of the dangerous step I was taking.

"I know exactly how to get in there," I smiled mischievously at Laura who snatched the phone from my hands and I could see the look of horror on her face.

"Hell no!" She yelled but I ignored her. If it meant getting auctioned as a slave was going to get me closer to my savior, then I was going to do it but what were the chances he'd pick me as his slave? This was a risk I was willing to take.

"Now, coming on to you Doctor, what do you want?" I asked, staring at him dead in the eye as a smile grew on his face.

He bent and whispered in my ear. The more he did, the more my fists shook in pure shock and anger.

My mind registered in what he said and with determination, I spat out "DEAL!".