Sold To The Alpha Of Darkness

Chapter 7

Malek’s POV

It took her seven days to regain consciousness.

Seven long days.

I had lost my temper with the pack doctor at least fourteen times during those seven days.

Every morning when he came to check on her, and again at noon because he kept repeating the same useless sentence.

“She’s fine. She’ll regain consciousness any moment now.”

But that moment never came.

Not only was I frustrated with him, but I was also frustrated with myself.

The emotions I felt during those seven days unsettled me deeply. And the fact that fear was among them made me want to punch through walls.

The High Council meeting was held during that period, but I was too distracted to attend.

My mind remained with her.

What did she see in her deep slumber?

Was she brain-dead?

How cruel does she see me to want to leave even before meeting me?

And even when I stormed furiously into her room, the peace that washed over me the moment my eyes landed on her was the same peace I felt the first time I saw her face-to-face.

My mind, my heart, and my wolf—Kelvin the traitor—all calmed instantly.

With each passing day, she grew healthier and fairer. Her plush lips parted softly with every breath as her chest rose and fell steadily.

A part of me still wanted her gone.

But a larger part silently prayed she fought whatever held her captive and woke up. Prayed she fought for whatever it was we might become once she opened her eyes.

And it was amusing because I never prayed to the Moon Goddess for anything. I'm Alpha Malek, people pray to me.

I sat in my study, reviewing the alliance proposal my Beta, Greg, brought me when Elder Ona’s voice echoed through the mind-link.

“She is awake.”

I stiffened but ignored it, forcing myself to continue reading through the documents. As I've noticed my wolf loves taking everything about her seriously.

But Kelvin made concentration impossible.

‘Our mate is awake,’ he repeated as if I hadn’t heard Elder Ona already.

When I continued ignoring him, he kept pushing relentlessly until I finally gave in.

The moment I stepped into the room, I noticed how she hid and did everything possible to avoid looking directly at me.

I hated that she seemed afraid of me, though I wasn’t surprised. She used Elder Ona as a shield.

Elder Ona is fierce, but she is also a soft-hearted woman.

A good woman.

She chose to follow me after my banishment. She fed me, cared for me, and raised me like her own child at the expense of her actual family.

She was my safe place.

But I was Lillian’s mate. I'm meant to be her safe space.

And she isn't a child. I see no need for her to hide behind anyone.

If anything, she was supposed to seek comfort in me, not another person, not even Elder Ona.

‘You marked her while she was weak,’ Kelvin accused, reminding me of one among the many reasons I deserved to be feared as if he wasn't a part of it.

‘You urged me to go through with it.’

‘You did it because you wanted to. You know that.’

True.

Though Kelvin was part of me, I had mastered the art of suppressing him whenever necessary.

I dismissed Elder Ona deliberately. ‘If she wasn’t there, who would Lillian hide behind?’ I thought it myself.

The thought pleased me more than it should have.

And when she spoke about carrying my pups, blood rushed straight to my groin.

The image of her swollen with my children filled my chest with an unfamiliar sense of pride.

Then reality hit me.

I had almost forgotten my promise.

This lineage ended with me.

I refused to give my late father the satisfaction of seeing his bloodline continue.

This title would eventually pass to another race, and he would roll in his grave knowing that everything he abandoned me for had been handed to someone else.

I stormed out of her room, furious.

For the first time since making that vow, I forgot it completely.

All because of one petite brown-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere and disrupted my entire life.

*******

I sat in my study, going through the pile of files Greg had been bringing steadily. I had requested him to bring both my work and his.

Anything to keep my mind busy. Anything to stop my thoughts from drifting to the lady staying in the west wing of my mansion?

Everyone knew I was on edge, and they walked on eggshells around me. I had sent two omegas packing just for serving me cold coffee.

Not that it was cold, it simply wasn’t hot enough.

Greg stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He took a seat, watching me while I focused on the file before me.

“You know you wouldn’t die if you just went to check up on her, right?”

I ignored him completely, though Kelvin agreed with him. For a mighty wolf, he had been whining constantly these past few days.

“She went to the garden with Elder Ona,” Greg continued. “She looks different from when she first arrived. She smiles brighter now.”

I glanced at him, growling at the silly comment he made about her smile. He recognized it as a warning, and I was glad he took it seriously.

He adjusted in his seat and cleared his throat. “All I’m saying is, who brings a lady from her pack only to ignore her?”

“I didn’t bring her here…” I reminded him. “Thankfully, the person who did is doing a good job keeping her company.”

“I’m also one of those people, so I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I started spending time with her.”

“And why would she want to spend time with you?” I eyed him suspiciously. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“Elder Ona is old. She probably can’t speak freely around her, but with me, I think she would feel more comfortable,” he explained.

“Don’t test me,” I warned.

There was something about Greg and Elder Ona, a terrible habit they both shared. They pushed me constantly. Like mother, like son.

“It isn’t a test—”

I stood abruptly and grabbed him by the collar cutting him off mid-sentence as I lifted him from his seat with just one tug.

He gulped loudly at the sudden movement.

“Don’t. Test. Me.” I spoke slowly so it could sink in.

He nodded quickly, and only then did I let him go.

He didn't bother sitting, he adjusted his shirt shooting me a glare. “You know you can use your words right. I really hope when Lilly says words that don't sit well with you, you won't grab her by the collar and threaten her.”

“Leave!”

He shook his head smiling. He didn't bother speaking as he walked out the door.

I knew what he came to do, and it worked. Cause no matter how hard I tried to concentrate I couldn't. I just had to see her. My body itched physically to see her.