Chapter 15

Alexander's POV

Rage was fuming.

Oh, if there was another word— Rage was definitely raging. I was so darn close to killing Renee and if I had done that, I wouldn't have regretted it.

Not one bit.

But before being a protective mate, I was an Alpha. And I have to consider everyone else in the pack before my possessive beast, which leaves me with only three fucking reasons why I hadn't snapped Renee’s head off.

One, because she is still a doctor at the Pack. A very good one at that. But not as good as my little Doc, obviously.

Two, because my little Doc doesn't even realize yet that she's my mate. Going to that length just to avenge her would bring up confusion and it wouldn't be just from her. Rumors would spread throughout the pack house questioning my judgement as well— which of course, I cared very less about.

And third, because I don't want Danica to think Renee lost her neck because of her. I knew she was always one to shoulder blames and I would definitely work on that too.

But first, she's going to give me well needed answers to why she had simply stayed still and let that bitch hit her like some punching bag.

I heard Danica stumble over her own feet and I stopped walking, instantly thrown back to the reality where I was holding Danica's hand so hard, I feared I might be the one hurting her right after I went almost berserk when someone else did.

I let go of her hand slowly as I faced her. She didn't complain. Nor did she say a word. But the moment I took a step closer, she flinched.

Did she just get scared of me?!

I took another bold step forward, and her back hit the wall behind her softly, a gasp escaping her lips as she realized she was trapped and I wasn't letting her go until I had the answers I wanted.

And oh, I would get them. Even if it means forcing them out of her pretty little lips.

“Why the hell would you watch like a fucking robot when you're been hit by that ungrateful bitch?” I asked, hands resting at both sides of her body against the wall. “Why would you take her shit without complaints like you're a pushover right after you saved her from a bigger embarrassment?” I asked at once, anger searing hot through my veins, but then the next thing she said was enough to remind me about the thing they called being a gentleman… if not to anyone else, but to this pretty little woman standing in front of me with tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

“What was I supposed to do? Hit a woman probably almost twice my age back because she hit me? Yell at her to slap herself so she could have a taste of her own poison? I'm pretty much human without my wolf… there's no way I could do anything to avenge myself!” Danica yelled, two lone tears escaping both her eyes and I fisted my hands against the wall… hard.

I didn't mean to be a yelling jerk to her. I didn't mean to shout at her and make it seem like it was her fault when she's the one that got hurt.

I was just angry. Angry that she got hurt and I can't get back at the person responsible the way I really wanted to.

So I just stood there, watching her resolve break in front of me as her tears fell in countless waves, her yells of frustration not stopping anytime soon. I didn't say a word— not even when she called me a jerk. ‘A ruthless Alpha jerk’. I didn't feel offended by the names she called me because it was true. I was ruthless and a jerk is the least of all bad names anyone could use to qualify me. So, I just stood there patiently in front of her, my body shielding her from anyone's gaze, until her sobs became silent sniffles.

“Why aren't you talking back to me? Are you— thinking of ways to punish me now? Because I called you a ruthless jerk?” She asked, her voice still shaky from the crying she just did.

Instead of a response, I simply let my hands fall to my side before slowly touching her cheek with my thumb, wiping off her tear stained face gently.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude…” she started saying but before she could complete whatever she planned to say, I pulled her flush against my chest, trapping her body in mine as I held her protectively in an assuring hug.

“I'm sorry for yelling at you when it's not your fault, Little Doc” I muttered apologetically.

“You are?” She mumbled, probably shocked that I would ever apologize to anyone at all. I stroked her hair softly and she snuggled even closer to my chest.

“I am”

“Why are you being so nice to me? First you let me off the hook when I disobeyed an order from you, next you defended me when I got bullied by an older Doctor with far more experience than I would ever have and now you're telling me sorry for being a jerk to me— why would you do that?” She asked, but I didn't stop caressing her hair.

Instead, I asked a question in return. “Do you not like it, Dani?”

“No… it's not like that” she trailed off and I pulled away to study her expression.

So long as it doesn't make her feel uncomfortable, I would continue defending her from anything or anyone and she can do well to keep her curiosity fired — or closed.

The answer was simple. But that wasn't for me to tell. She had to find the answer herself. If she can't do it, then I don't mind being a weirdo to her for as long as she remains oblivious to the simple truth.

“Now, we've got some unfinished business back there, don't we?” I asked, before pulling her back to the clinic without waiting for her response.