CHAPTER 3; SELENA 

~SELENA

After a long moment of battling with my heavy eyelids, I finally opened my eyes, and my blurred view slowly became clear. On seeing the white painted wall, I thought I was in heaven, but as I looked beside me, I saw a life monitor and networks of needles attached to my hand.

I frowned, trying to remember how I ended up being in a hospital bed.

Well, I remembered I was about to be killed by Alpha Hunter, but then I had an adrenaline rush when I found out he was my mate. I guess I fainted because the panic was too overwhelming for my frail heart.

Why was I rushed here instead of being executed right away? Or did he have a change of heart because we were mates?

I shook my head, not wanting to believe my thoughts. “You shouldn't give yourself high hopes, Selena. Remember, anytime we hope, it always turns out bad." I reminded myself.

Maybe he wants me to feel the pain while he cuts me with his dagger or… I don't really know. But one thing is sure, I ain't getting out of his den alive, like he said.

I looked up at the door as it opened, revealing a middle-aged woman in a lab coat.

She walked over to my bed with a tray of food in her hands and an infectious smile on her face.

“I see you're awake. You can now have your breakfast.” She said, settling the tray on a desk attached to the bed.

I guess she noticed my confusion, so she added. “The Alpha ordered it for you, and he wants you to eat every chunk of it."

Now, this was more confusing as I couldn't help but think if he was planning to feed me so he could have enough of my flesh to share with his pack members when he finally kills me. Or perhaps, he'd poison the food.

“Are you gonna eat, or should I just tell the Alpha that you're refusing his kind gesture?" She asked as I hesitated from eating.

Kind gesture?

This was like my last breakfast on earth. I couldn't risk eating this food. Anyway, if I did eat or not, I would end up dying so what's the point?

I'd be happier if I died with a decent meal in my stomach than nothing, and with that, I picked up the cutlery and shoved a mouthful of the casseroles into my mouth.

The woman giggled, I guess it's because I was eating with so much haste, but you know, the dead don't give a damn about what the living thinks. Once Alpha Hunter comes in here, that would be the end of me, so I am literally dead right now, right?

“Hey, slow your roll, child." She cautioned as I choked on my food. I quickly gulped down some water.

“You know, you're lucky to have the Alpha's sympathy.” I frowned, but then my jaw dropped in disbelief as she added, “You would have been dead if he didn't donated his blood to revive you.”

What?!

He donated his blood for me?!

“Why did he have to do that?" I couldn't help but ask the woman. She gave me an ‘I don't know' expression but went on to say, “Maybe he is in love-”

"I don't think so”. I quickly cut in. I wouldn't even dream of it because I saw how infuriated he was when we felt the mate bond in the dark room. I know he hates me even more for being his mate.

She sighed. “If you say so. And promise me you won't worry too much about it. He's gonna kill us all if your situation gets worse than this."

“I promise,” I said, even when her words poured more confusion into my mind. “So you mean he was worried about me while I was unconscious?" I couldn't help but ask again. I was so curious.

"Yes. If only you could see the worries all over his face, you'd be shocked too.” She replied, and for some odd reason, I felt a warm feeling in my chest. I guess it's because it was the first time someone had ever shown concern for me.

“He would stand over there and stare at you-” She began saying, gesturing to a corner in the room, but then she gasped and swallowed the rest of her words as Alpha Hunter suddenly walked in.

“Get out." He calmly said to the woman, and she immediately hurried out of the room. I quickly hung my head low as he faced me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. It took me a moment to find my voice. "I'm feeling alright," I managed to say.

"Are you sure?" he inquired, stepping closer. As he stood beside the bed, his presence felt different, calming even, unlike the menacing aura he exuded in the dark room.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear nervously as his gaze lingered on me.

My body tensed as I half-expected him to reach for my hand, but instead, he picked up the empty glass nearby and headed toward the water dispenser.

Sighing inwardly, I felt a pang of disappointment. Despite my fear, there was a part of me that longed for his touch, irrational as it seemed.

But as he approached the bed again, I couldn't shake the feeling that his demeanor didn't match his softer tone. There was still a coldness in his eyes.

Setting the glass down on the desk, he suggested, "You should drink some water. You look dehydrated." Then, without another word, he turned towards the door.

"If you're planning to firstly feed me so you can have enough of my flesh to share with your pack then you should reject and kill me right now” I blurted out, my anger getting the better of me.

He paused and turned back, his blue orbs fixed me in a piercing stare causing me to shudder. 

"What if I have no intention of feeding on your flesh?" he replied, his tone sending shivers down my spine.

Confused and fearful, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm accepting the mate bond."