Love and the last standing alpha

2.

CHAPTER 2

The rush of the morning hours woke me up and I slowly came into consciousness. I blinked tired and heavy eyes, groaning as I stood up from my bent over position. I rubbed my face before looking around, slowly becoming more aware. Then, I met the stare of golden eyes. My own eyes went wide and I suddenly remembered the events of the last hours.

After being saved by the man – was he even human? With what I saw last night, I highly doubted it – laying on my bed with the duvet covering his naked lower body, I had decided to take the injured man to my apartment, half dragging the near unconscious individual to my home. It was pure luck that I didn’t meet others on the road, but then again with the spring of murders happening, no smart person would be outside when the time for curfew had hit. I had taken the elevator with him, and I pressed my thumb against the door, said door opening when my identity had been confirmed. I immediately took him to my bed and the moment his head hit the soft mattress, he was out. It was a difficult task removing his dirty attire, but I made due. What I saw made me gasp in horror.

The man had so many injuries that I didn’t know where to start. He had what seemed to be claw marks on his stomach, as if someone or something tried to dig into his guts, and various cuts on his body. What worried me most was the injuries on his back where his arms were connected. One of them even had a big sliver rode still stuck in it and let’s just say that me pulling it out almost got me killed – thankfully, he wasn’t that far gone and just glared at me after he stopped screaming, then he fainted.

It took two hours for me to wash him up with a cloth rag and liquid soap along with warm water, before cleaning up his injuries and bandaging them up. Let’s just say that my bed became a mess. I had him laying on his side, some of my pillows barricading him. He had developed a fever when I was done so after I took a shower, I started watching over him and laying a cool towel over his forehead. I must have slept off due to exhausting because it was daybreak right now.

“Hello...” I greeted tentatively, a small smile on my face. “How are you feeling?”

“...” The man kept on staring at me, but there was no malice in his eyes – only curiosity. “... were you the one who cleaned me up?”

Holy s**t, his voice was sexy!

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Why? I’m practically a stranger to you, and after what you saw yesterday, you should be frightened.”

I chuckled a little. “Oh, I’m frightened alright. Its not everyday you witness murder of such brutal proportions. But then again, you did save me from getting...” I trailed off, unable to say what I knew my fate was going to be yesterday. “It would be a disservice to leave you like that, after the help you provided for me.”

“... i see...” He trailed off, still giving me a confused look, as if he wasn’t expecting my kindness. “You have my gratitude.”

I beamed at him. “Let me get you something to eat. You must be starving.”

He gave a hesitant nod and I walked out of the room to get some food ready. I prepared a quick breakfast that would be best suited for an injured person. As I did so, I called up my boss, letting him know that I had a run in with some Vampires and I managed to escape with the help of an unknown individual, taking my time to sooth his worries and accept his apologies of being the one to put me in that situation. He gave me the day off and I thanked him. It took me thirty minutes to prepare a large breakfast for my guest and I carried a tray loaded with a plate of food, water, orange juice and a bottle of pain killers over to the man in my room and presented it to him. He thanked me once again and I watched as he age the food with his face pinched with pain as he moved, and when he took the painkillers, he almost emptied it. I was worried at first but j took into consideration that my guest might jot be human, so human painkillers won’t have the desired effect if taken the regular amount. I took the dishes back to the kitchen and got some few snacks from the pantry. When I presented the energy bars to him, he gave a small smile of gratitude.

“So, how much will you take as payment for the help you gave to me?”

My guest blinked, stating at me in confusion. “What?” He grunted in that deep and sexy voice of his.

“Money. Id like to pay you for your help last night.”

“I don’t need your money.” He snapped, making me reel back a little. “Apologies for my outburst, but please, you’ve already done enough.”

“I... I see...”

It honestly left a bad taste to my mouth that my offer of payment was being rejected. Honestly, i had more than enough for being a top class Blood Seller for the National Vampire Blood Bank, so money was nothing to me. I didn’t let up and instead said; “If you don’t like taking monetary payment, what would you like in return? I’d do the best in my power to provide it.”

My guest c****d a brow. “You shouldn’t asked promises like that, Angel. You might get taken advantage of.”

“An- angel?!” I spluttered, my cheeks getting warm.

“Hm. You helped me and nursed me to your best of your abilities. If that isn’t the signs that you were godsend, I don’t know what is.”

I threw my head to the side, not wanting him to see the blush taking over my cheeks. I could feel his stare on my person.

“However, since you’re insisting, I’d like to stay with you until I’m healed.”

I turned back to him.

“As you can see, I have no chance of even going far in this condition. If its alright, I’d like to recuperate here.”

I didn’t answer for sometime, and when I did, I first asked, “Are you in any serious danger?”

What am I even saying? Of course he was!

“I’m asking because the wounds on you are so brutal that it worries me. If you stay here, would I be in any harm as well?”

He nods. “After escaping from my captors, I’ve tried my best to hide from them – and so far, that has worked. So rest assured that I’d stay put so that you wouldn’t be in danger as well.”

Captors... so I was right, he was held prisoner. Well then, my mind was made up.

“Yes, you can stay. As long as you want.” I stretched out my hand to him, my lips spread in a soft smile. “Hi. My name is Marilyn Lane.”

My guest took my hand into his, turned it around and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the back of my palm. “Samuel... Cain. A pleasure to meet you, Angel.”

His use of the nickname drove away the prickling signal that he might not be truthful about his name for a second, and when I realized his hesitation, I didn’t bring it up. Instead, I welcomes him into my home.