Chapter 4 004

Danica's POV

"What?! I mean, Why? Is this your way of luring me into making a bigger mistake that would keep me in prison for the rest of my entire life and not just my youthful years?" I asked and he laughed. A sound I could give anything to hear again.

"Now, why would you ask something like that?" He asked and I shrugged once.

"Because I'm a useless omega you'll be glad to depose? Besides, I didn't even think before jumping in and trying to save one of your subordinate's sister and now I might have made things worse" I muttered, avoiding his gaze as much as I could.

"No, you didn't unalive her if that's what you're worried about" he said again and I finally met his gaze, which had a little smirk curling up his lips again.

"How... how would you know that?" I stuttered.

"The energy I felt around her when I passed beside her body to find you was very much that of someone who was alive and kicking" he replied and my head did a 360 spin.

'Felt her energy? How does that even happen?' I wanted to ask but it was probably going to be because of some Alpha syndrome whatnot.

"To find me? Why would you want to find me?" I asked instead.

"Because I need your medical attention?" He replied calmly and I sighed inwardly before stylishly pushing myself away from the wall and away from his body.

"With all due respect Alpha, you don't seem like someone who needs medical attention" I told him calmly, keeping my head low. "I don't see anything wrong with you" I added, my voice rising a bit.

"You can only see what is wrong with me if you take off my shirt, Dani" he muttered huskily and I felt heat rise to my cheeks rapidly.

*Something needs to be done about that voice of his. Please goddess...*

"What?! Take... off your shirt?" I stammered and he nodded once.

"Take it off" he murmured and my cheeks practically burned.

God help me, my fingers itched to do just as he ordered but thanks to the fear of getting tricked again, I held myself back.

"I dare not trespass anywhere around the Alpha. I'm sure the royal doctors can help even more than I ever will. Excuse me, Alpha" I pronounced with a deep bow and immediately turned to leave but he pulled me flush against his hard body so easily that it knocked my breath out of my lungs.

Our eyes locked and he kept it locked, daring me to break the contact as his strong hand on my wrist slowly led my hand to the buttons of his shirt.

"It's just a shirt, Dani. It doesn't bite" he muttered and oh, those words couldn't have sounded naughtier.

I undid the first, the second button and down to the sixth, which was the last one. With each new one I unhooked, my body felt hotter than the last, my breath becoming labored and when I was done, it was impossible to look away from the toned chest and abs that glared at me.

'Oh. Moy. Gowdess. This is seur unfair bitch!' I screamed inwardly, as my gaze skimmed all over his chest and his prominent tattoo that called to my fingers for as long as I couldn't even imagine until my gaze fell on the painful looking stab wound in his lower stomach.

'Is the mate bond supposed to make you feel so hurt when you're not even the one that is wounded? Because right now, it feels like my heart is being ripped out'

I slowly touched the sides of the wound, trailing my fingers over the surface gently and I watched his hard muscles flex beneath my fingers.

"You're not going to stare at my bare chest all day now, would you Dani?"

"This must have been so painful" I muttered, sniffling back the tears I didn't realize was streaming down my face.

"It was, okay? But not anymore" he said with an assuring look on his face as he lifted my chin until I was looking directly into his eyes.

"Then why isn't it healing? Alpha bloods heal faster no matter what" I asked, not convinced by his response.

"Because it was a silver sword. I had an unhealed silver wound in the same spot before this happened is why" he replied, which wasn't in anyway making me feel better.

*The first person I would unalive with my two hands is the jerk that did this to him!*

"Why is your cheek swollen?" He asked, caressing the part of my face that received two slaps by my father's hand.

"I... I had a drastic fall" I lied, swallowing hard as I tried to escape his firm yet soft grip on my chin and luckily, he didn't stop me.

"Do you always cry when you see a wound on a patient or is it just me?" he suddenly asked and I immediately cleared my throat, wiping my tears as I put on a tough front.

"I always cry when I see a big wound on my patient" I lied again and he hummed in response, a low masculine hum that sent a warm feeling through my chest, leaving me wonder if he didn't realize I was lying or if he was just doing a good job hiding the fact that he knows.

"I didn't see you cry while you treated Anabel" he added and I almost glared at him. Almost!

"Well, just because." I shrugged. "It would take three days and my proper first aid kit to help you recover from that" I added, changing the subject of discussion as I pointed at his wound and he nodded once.

"So do it" he said and I blinked.

"The party isn't happening in three days" I reminded him.

"You'll be coming to the palace to treat me, not here" he replied immediately, as if expecting me to say that. "And it's an order" he added and god, can my body feels hotter from how stern he sounds right now.

"Yes, Alpha" I muttered and I clearly saw him bite back a grin.

"Three days it is then, Dani" he murmured, and I couldn't help but wonder if three days probably had some other meaning I knew nothing about. "You might wanna go check on your patient now," he added and I bowed slightly before turning to walk in the same direction I came.

"You should disinfect the wound twice everyday to avoid more complications or a bigger wound" I stopped to tell him and he nodded carefully, his eyes staring into mine intently.

"You would be there to disinfect it yourself anyway" he said cockily and I scrunched my nose up in a displeased look despite the annoying palpitations of my heart.

"I'm just saying... keep that in mind" I told him before turning away from him again, a big blush creeping up my face.

*

Finn's gaze locked on mine the moment I stepped out into the hall but I didn't hold his for long before looking down at Anabel who had tears in her eyes. She is awake and that is all that mattered. Whatever she was crying about was zero percent my concern.

I took five steady steps towards them before squatting to Anabel's level.

"That might leave a little scar but luckily it would blend with your skin color. I wasn't mean enough to give you an ugly scar even though I was sincerely tempted to" I told her with an expressionless look on my face and she blinked once.

"Did she really save me?" she whispered, asking no one in particular.

"You might wanna sniff out your cocktails next time before taking any sips or were you just so desperate to mock me that you'd rather risk your own life?" I added, disregarding her question completely but before she could think of answering, I stood up and walked away from them, praying that the party just ends already.

Eventually, it did and I couldn't help but ponder on my conversation with Alpha Alexander.

Did he not realize I'm his mate?

Or did he decide to keep it to himself since I'm not 'worthy' to be called his mate?

Was he embarrassed to be seen with me that he couldn't claim me in the hall but rather came all the way to the desolate hallway to check me out?

*'You ran away from the hall as soon as you sense him, Danica'* I reminded myself.

Why didn't he say a thing to me when we met?

Maybe he didn't feel the bond and was only nice to me because he was oblivious to the pull?

I doubt he would smile at me if I had admitted to being his mate. I concluded my wandering thoughts as I walked towards my father's car.

"Danica, what was that stunt you pulled back at the party?" Freya questioned and I could hear the anger and restlessness in her tone, making me scoff inwardly.

*What mother gets angry when her daughter saved someone's life?*

"I only...." A hard slap to my face stopped my words midway and I instantly felt the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

"You attention seeking slut! How dare you?!"