CHAPTER FIVE

LYDIA’S POV

Subconsciously, I heard a noise. It was a struggle to open my eyes, and it almost felt as though I was suffering from sleep paralysis. My fingers moved without me even trying, and it was the same with my toes.

“Did you see that? She just moved her finger,” a voice said faintly.

I felt movement on my body. It felt like I was being touched, but I couldn’t respond. It was more like I was stuck. The movement did not stop, nor did I stop hearing faint voices. The voices echoed sometimes.

“Lydia!” My eyes opened at the mention of my name.

I found myself lying on a bed in a luxurious room. There were werewolves all around me, and I couldn’t help but stare at their faces one after the other. The faces I stared at were all new, none was familiar.

How I got here, I had no idea. On the edge of the bed was a man who wasn’t smiling. It took me seconds of staring at him to realize that I knew him. I batted my eyelashes a few times just to be sure of who I was seeing.

“Alpha Dave,” I muttered the second our eyes locked.

“You all can go now. Tell the chef to prepare something light for her,” he said. Those words were for the unknown faces in the room.

I sat up because I just had to. I had questions for Alpha Dave. He happened to be the last werewolf I expected to see again. I could recall that I was sold by my foster parents, and then I was attacked while I was going with my new owners.

My hands landed on my stomach after I recalled that a sword was run through it. I expected to feel some kind of pain, but I didn’t. I looked at my stomach, but the cloth I had on did not allow me to see properly.

“Oh. About that, you healed yourself,” Alpha Dave mentioned. I was supposed to be dead, not alive.

When he said I healed myself, he did not look like he was kidding. If he spoke the truth, it meant that I had healing powers I did not know about. Alpha Dave was not one to play pranks, so it must be true.

First, my wolf emerged and I found out that I had a special wolf, and now I had just been told that I had healing powers. What more surprise did the Moon Goddess have for me? Or was this all?

I could not recall healing myself at any point in time, and only the Moon Goddess knew how long I had been unconscious in this room. I pulled up the top I had on and found out there was no scar on my stomach.

“Wait, you thought I lied about you healing yourself?” he inquired. I did not give him a response, not because I wanted to be rude, but because I had so much to say and was short of words at the same time.

“How did I get here?” I inquired after I gulped. He remained seated while he fixed his attention on me.

“You should not be asking your new owner that question. I paid in full to your parents, your foster parents, I mean. No real parent would sell their child to a stranger they know nothing about,” he muttered.

“New owner?”

“Yes, you are mine now. You became mine the moment my boys paid your parents,” he responded.

He claimed he bought me. It meant I was being brought to him on the day I was attacked by some group of men. I needed a proper story time on how it all happened, or curiosity might make me unconscious again.

“I know you have a lot of questions to ask me, but before you do, you have to have your bath and eat,” he remarked. He must have read my mind. I did not think it was a coincidence that he spoke about something I had on my mind.

“For how long have I been unconscious?”

“Three days,” he responded.

“I lost my men that were with you that day. You survived because you were able to heal yourself, but they could not,” he went on.

It was sad that they had to suffer such a cruel fate. I could have died just like them, but somehow, I was still there breathing. My foster parents would have been happy if that was the case.

“Was I attacked because I was with your men or was I the target?” I questioned.

“You were the target,” he said. I knew it.

Could it be that my foster parents were behind this? But if they wanted me dead, they could have killed me and not actually sold me like they did. I could not recall getting on anyone’s nerves, so why would anyone want me dead?

“Do you think my foster parents wanted me dead, but they sold me first because they needed the money?” I asked Aria, my wolf. She had not said a word to me ever since I came back to life, and I wondered why she had not gone into slumber.

Some wolves went into slumber after a life threatening incident and never woke up. I did not want to go back to being an Omega. I did not want that life for myself again. My wolf going into slumber would have literally made me an Omega.

“I will be waiting for you downstairs,” Alpha Dave interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

“Someone wants me dead, do you know who?” Just as he was about to step out of the room, I inquired.

Since he was Alpha and had so many men, he ought to have figured out who wanted me dead and why. My eyes were on his lips. A huge part of me could not wait for him to mention the name of the culprit to me.