บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Diego : The Unhealed Wound: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“Hello, ma’am, are you there?” I came back to my senses when he spoke in a loud voice. “Yes, I am here. Sorry… I mean, yes. Just send me the details. When and where do I have to meet? Do I have to give an interview? What stupid question am I asking? Obviously, I have to give an interview.” I blabbered stupidly and clicked my tongue. {Stupid Arya, he will reject you on the phone call itself.} “Okay.” I could hear the hesitancy in his voice clearly. “I will send you the details,” he said and cut the call. I groaned in embarrassment and fell on the bed while screaming into my pillow. “Stupid, stupid, stupid Arya…. You are the most foolish person in this whole universe.” I knew it was hard for me to get selected there according to my educational qualifications, but at least I could have gone there and had an interview for once. But stupid me got rejected even before giving the interview. I stayed in bed in anticipation for almost an hour, but still, he didn’t message me. When I finally

I don't have the guts to see the face of the man from whom I am feeling those tingles, but without even looking at his face, I already know who he is. I stared at his chest, which was covered with a black t-shirt, and my heart was already thumping hard in my chest. My brain was already playing that 7-minute streaming of my whole life before dying that everyone talks about. I finally took a deep breath and raised my head to look at him, but as soon as I saw his glowing eyes, my breath caught away. His grey eyes were now hazel in color and looked as if they were glowing. I tried but failed to tear my gaze away from him. The attraction that I was trying to ignore for days knocked me out hard. I knew that my being dead was a matter of a few seconds or minutes (if I was lucky), but why deny anything when I only had a few moments of my life remaining? I was clutching his t-shirt hard, and I was well aware of his hands on my waist too, which was the only support that was not letting my body

"Oh, you will surely tell me everything, but you know, this shirt that I am wearing," he pointed towards his white shirt, "this is pure white, and I didn't want it to get stained," he mockingly said. I again turned my gaze downwards. {I hate these people. They only know how to get their work done by any means. I hate everyone - hunters, wolves, witches, everyone,} "I will tell you everything that you need to know. You don't have to torture me, your white shirt will stay strainless," he didn’t say anything, but I also didn’t look at him. More than these wounds, my attraction towards him is killing me. "My mom is a huntress, and killing wolves is the only motto of her life. When I was born, I was trained to be a huntress from my childhood. My mom always taught me only one thing: 'Wolves are creatures that are meant to be murdered ruthlessly.' As I grew up and saw the other hunters grieving the death of their loved ones who were killed by wolves, I also started despising wolves, but tha

I looked around the house to see if there was any exit I could use to run away if he decided to kill me. "Even if you found an exit, you couldn't run faster than me. So, don't waste your time and sit there," Diego told me tiredly. He sat on the rocking chair and pointed at the couch in front of him. I didn't want to sit there or be in the same room as him, but telling him anything was nothing less than a suicide attempt. I silently went there and sat on the couch, steadying my gaze on the fireplace. The way I felt around him was hazardous for my health, and him sitting there shirtless in front of me wasn't helping much in this case. "There's something you should know," he stated, and I said nothing. "When I'm talking to you, look at me," he snapped angrily, scared and annoyed me simultaneously. "But," I bit my lip to shut my mouth before him. He is dangerous, and I know he wouldn't think twice before killing me. I finally turned my gaze towards him and looked him in the eye. I just

My shriek woke him up, and he instantly let go of my hand. “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped at me instead of apologizing, which made me extremely angry. “Waking you up from your nightmare, you fucker!” I shouted back at him. “I should not have thought about helping you in the first place,” I mumbled, looking around the house. “Now give me something. My hand is bleeding,” I snapped at him. Though I was not expecting him to do so, he instantly moved and took a cloth from the nearby drawer and gave it to me. “Do you want medicine?” he asked me hesitantly, and I glared at him. “I will be back in a minute,” he mumbled, quickly running upstairs. I sat on the couch and removed the bandage Luna Queen had dressed my previous wound with. I know I am clumsy, and it is normal for me to have at least a bruise or cut or a small wound every time, but when in this hell, I started getting new deep wounds almost every day. He came towards me and passed me the first aid kit, which I gladly ac