Chapter 12

Danica's POV

He was supposed to kill me… punish me for disobeying an order from him. But everything melted into thin air the moment he pinned me to the wall and got worked up over a fading bruise on my cheek.

And now he is kissing me. At first he was gentle. He held back… for my sake. He was giving me a chance to be reasonable and pull away but I couldn't. The word reasonable and resistance had vanished from my dictionary the moment his lips met mine. He pulled me even closer to his body with one arm, the other hand going to the back of my neck to keep me exactly where he wanted as he ravished my mouth like a meal he'd been starved for too long.

His tongue slid effortlessly into my mouth, kneading, tasting, sucking, claiming, in every way possible. My knees buckled and a strong wave of heat traveled through my chest and straight to my core. A moan slipped out of my throat before I could stop it. I couldn't help it. Not when he was kissing me this hard.

This is so wrong. Every bolt in my brain tried to reason with reality but my body clearly doesn't think the same way.

Was he kissing me out of pure physical attraction or was it driven by the mate bond?

Did he know all along that I was his mate?

Perhaps this was just a part of his scheme to make me slip up and acknowledge the bond between us? By using this attraction as bait?

Or was he just using me to satiate his wolf’s desire until he's had enough and decides to get rid of me?

The questions reeled through my mind, reminding me how wrong this was. According to my assumption, Alpha Alexander doesn't realize I'm his mate. If he does, he would have called me out on the shit and rejected me even though I didn't acknowledge the bond in the first place. So why was he kissing me right now?

How many other women had fallen into this trap and lost their heads in the end?

Why do I feel so hot and bothered after even the slightest touch from him?

It felt so right yet many shades of wrong. I knew I should pull away from him— But was this man not a good kisser…

I have never been kissed like this. Not in my entire twenty three years of living— Don't get me wrong, this wasn't my first kiss. I've been kissed a few times but never like this. Never this good to make me a gasping, moaning mess, silently begging for more… even when it was wrong on so many levels.

I felt my wolf stir inside me again. Just like the time at mating night. Then the low possessive growl “Mate” became my saving grace.

I instantly pulled away from him, trying to twist my body out of his hold and he didn't stop me.

“I wasn't just making things up in my head, was I?” He asked, mischief lacing his tone and I bit the insides of my lips, face turning tomato red from embarrassment.

“That wasn't… it wasn't what it looks like” I whispered, trying to defend myself but the smug little smirk that lined the corner of his lips made me want to smack it off in an instant.

“Tell me what it looks like then” he pressed, clearly enjoying teasing me out of my comfort zone.

I opened my mouth to say something but the slight frown that crossed his face interrupted my next words that could have pushed me into an even deeper grave of embarrassment.

He wasn't saying anything, but the frown seemed to deepen by the second. I was about to ask if he was okay when I suddenly realized he was communicating through the mind link.

I've never talked to anyone through mind links. I didn't even have a wolf to be capable of mind linking, and the entire scene just seemed amusing to me. I couldn't wait to be able to try something like that. Perhaps my not so stable wolf would become stable one day and introduce herself as a friend… not just a possessive yet annoying nameless wolf.

‘Wolfie?’ I called inwardly, hoping she heard me.

‘Can you hear me? You might as well stir a bit to let me know if you do…’ I muttered softly, listening intently for the slightest movement but even after long passing seconds, nothing happened.

She was just as dormant as she'd always been.

‘You know, I need to know why you keep showing up whenever I'm standing really close to the Alpha but I won't know if you won't talk to me’ I muttered again, trying in futile attempts to get a movement until I felt a familiar touch on my chin.

“What were you thinking about so hard that you didn't even hear me call your name?” Alpha Alexander asked, staring right into my eyes and I feared he would see through me like a piece of transparent paper.

“Nothing much… Don't you have something to attend to?” I asked instead, swallowing nothing as he let go of my chin gently.

“I do. I'm going to leave you right here while I go attend to my business” he said and I nodded hesitantly as he turned to leave.

“Can I take a look around the library? And check out a few books that catch my attention?” I asked quickly.

“Yes, you can, Doc” he responded without sparing me another glance.

“Can I also…” I trailed off as he walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.

‘Can I also take a stroll at the palace when I get bored of the library?’ That was my question but I wasn't quick enough to ask before he disappeared out of sight.

I can't believe I had unintentionally subjected myself to three days of staying in this wide palace when I had nothing to do around here.

The library was bigger than it looked at first glance. I walked through different shelves, realizing the room elongated deeper than it looked. It was a really big library. The best for someone like me who loves to research through books, histories and ancient recipes.

Time went by in a blur and I'd checked out more than thirty different books before deciding to take a harmless stroll around the palace— permission granted or not.

The palace was so darn big. With each turn at a corner, I couldn't help but come to a conclusion that it was very easy for me to lose my way around here. But that wasn't enough to keep me rooted to a spot. I kept walking around, gasping at every mesmerizing sight and cringing anytime I sighted a few maids getting the so-called teachings they deserved.

The most intriguing part of my stroll was when I ran into the area where different scents of antibiotics and blood whisked through my nostrils. The Pack's Royal clinic.

I stopped at the entrance of the clinic, immediately noticing the fact that the movement around the clinic was hurried— almost frantic. Like there was an emergency treatment going on. A serious one at that.

Totally forgetting everything about etiquette or manners, I pushed my way in before I could stop myself.

“Get the hell out of the way, rat!” A woman in her late 30s yelled, shoving me aside as she took turns in rushing back and forth from the entrance, to another room where a surgery was going on.

Rude!

“The bleeding won't fucking stop!” I heard the same voice shout from the operating room and I strode towards the room, clearly not thinking things over.

I shifted the curtains and sighted the body of the wolf getting surgery. My chest tightened as I studied the bleeding incision and the patient monitor. It was enough to let me know what was wrong and the kind of surgery they intend to carry out. But at this point, they would lose the patient before the surgery would be a success.

Could I help? Yes.

Was I sure of myself? Yes.

Was I scared of the outcome? Yes.

But would the fear stop me from helping? No.

And again, I would be risking my delicate little neck to save another person's life.