Chapter 30

Rosie's POV

My eyes lowered at them both as they chuckled. My body was still feeble but when I woke up, he was the first I wanted to see.

However, I came rather late or I shouldn't have come. I could see them, through the narrow opening of the door.

He likes her and I'm just the third wheel. I rolled over, leaning on the wall, and closed my eyes briefly.

I should leave but I don't want to, not when I'm the reason he's bleeding from his chest.

If I stay here, I might keep hurting him with my transformation. Sadly, I turned my back and began to walk away.

However, I paused when the door suddenly blasted open. My shoulders jumped to my ears as I slowly turned around in fear.

There he was, panting softly, and my eyes first met his injury. He was leaning against the door, like a statue, observing me and acting all flirty as always.

"Running away from your crimes?"

I couldn't say a word as my eyes had turned red, I tried my best to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

Then his mistress appeared in full standing beside him and expressing her distaste at the sight of me.

"My alpha, you need to come back inside, you're not done with your treatment," she whispered, purposely running her fingers on his chest.

I felt a sudden pain and agony flush inside me. I don't want her hands on him; I don't like how she leans closely to him.

"You should get treated," I said in a stern tone as I just bowed but then his reply was;

"I'd have you treat me...princess."

I lifted my head in shock as his mistress gasped, dumbstruck by his words.

He was unmoved by that line, as his mistress was boiling already as she scoffed at me.

Everyone knows he was referring to me.

His eyes were engrossed in me like I was the only thing that existed in this place.

He looked serious as he suddenly shoved her hand away from me.

I stood upright, having no idea why I was glad he did that.

"I can't..." I countered even though it's a lie, even though I want him to provide enough reason to make me stay.

He raised his brows high and a smirk as if he could tell that I was lying.

"Consider it your punishment...if anything happens to me, you're losing your life, that's the order," he declared like a decree, and I was reeled with terror.

"But my alpha, she's not meant to be here..."

His mistress was ready to oppose my appearance and I don't blame her, but I didn't object to his rules.

I want to be with him, I fear that I might die of heartbreak if I'm not here with him for his healing process.

"Guards see to it that Dayla gets to her room," he said, cutting her off guard as she widened her eyes more.

Two guards appeared from inside as he paved the way for them to pass and take her away.

Her fury hit me as she only forced a smile and bowed to him while walking away before the guards reached her.

Once she got to where I was standing, her shoulder bumped into me hard and her death stare left a warning in my head.

I didn't flinch but only kept my gaze on Damien and sniffed.

"I..."

He turned his back on me and walked inside.

"I'm dying, come stop the bleeding," he said, and like I was remote-controlled, I ran after him just to close up the space between us.

The doctor was still inside as he was arranging his equipment, but Damien gestured to him to leave.

He did just that, not opposing, and I grew concerned immediately when the door was locked behind me.

"How do I treat you, when you chased the doctor away?"

He let out an upside-down smile and said;

"Do your thing," he said, taking his seat on the stretcher, and I bit my lips, shivering.

"You're still bleeding despite the bandages."

"Quack doc, will you keep questioning your patient or treat him?"

I threw my eyes up, trying to be serious but then he called me a quack like he didn't give the order.

"Where do I start from?" I asked, really nervously and confused, if I might make him bleed to death.

He took my hand and placed it on his injury, causing me to panic more as I battled not to cry.

What have I done to him?

Strands of tears dropped from my eyes as I looked away. I was disorganized, my heart cries out, and looking at him breaks me.

I can't be cold to him, not now when I don't even know how to stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't mean for this to happen..."

"Shush, it's yours to break, to leave scars on me, no one else, as long as I get to see your concern, I don't mind," he said calmly, and I thinned my lips.

"Just stop it, Damien, if you keep saying this to every woman who hurts you..."

"I'm saying it to only you, Rosie," he whispers with so much affection in his tone, and in that moment, he captured my lips.

Tears streamed down my face as we kissed ardently. I forgot the fact that there was a woman before me, the fact that he's a player and will dump me soon.

I just want to be in this moment, somewhere in my dreams with him for a while.

As he drank every breath from me, I grasped his arm, pressing my body to his.

I dragged my lips from his as we pinned our foreheads together, his eyes were ready to control me.

"How do you feel? I hope you aren't hurt," he asked, concerned and eager to hear my reply.

"I'm fine, but you're not," I snapped, slowly pulling away from him.

He winced and nodded to agree to mine.

Damien heaved a sigh as he looked sad and distressed. He took my hands and said;

"Promise you won't tell anyone this."

My breath caught in my throat as he must have meant every word that he was saying to me.

"What's it?" I asked as a new wave of fear coursed through me, and our eyes pierced into each other.

"The doctor said I have two days to live because of the poison..."