Luna’s Alliance Of Hearts

Chapter 3

My left eye was wounded, and he reached out to touch the dressing: "I'm worried about this!" The scars left by the scratches will be badass for sure. But... My main concern is your eye; it was injured, and I seriously doubt it will ever be of any use to you again, he said softly.

I smiled at him dismissively, "Don't worry about it doctor, I remember closing my eyes in time so it's most likely safe." This would have been the case for an omega if the wound had been inflicted on them, but I was an alpha princess with a rare ability that I didn't want to reveal to the general public just yet. It'll get better!

But what I really need right now is a good chilled chocolate shake, I added, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.

Doctor: "Ha Ha," he laughed, "I like your attitude, Estella, keep it up and you will heal in no time!" As he opened the door, he screamed for the nurse, "Nurse! Get some nice and chilled chocolate milkshake for this lovely patient here." He then left the stool and headed outside.

With a broad grin on his face, he said, "Don't hesitate to ask for anything here, and about the cuff on your ankle - it's just a formality so just ignore it. See you tomorrow!" He then walked out the door and I was left standing there.

I said, "Thank you, doctor," through the closed door, and groaned since the bandages on my eye were starting to bother me. I had probably fully recovered during my previous day of sleep.

I took off the bandage covering my eye to see if I had actually lost vision. And as I opened my left eye, the room filled with light and yes! When I realised that they were fine, a wave of relief hit me.

Hearing the door click opened my eyes and I quickly reapplied the patch. The nurse came in carrying a tiny chocolate shake and my prescriptions.

"Here," she said softly, handing me the glass while she began preparing the medication and the injection. The nurse was taken aback when I downed the full glass in one gulp. She inquired, "Does your throat not hurt anymore?"

'Oops! I guess she thinks I should be healed by now.

Exaggerating a childlike look of agony, I said, "A little sting," indicating with a thumbs-up that I was ready for the injection and the medications.

The nurse handed me my medications with a chuckle, having forgotten about the milkshake. Taking each pill one at a time, I acted as if it hurt to swallow, so she wouldn't suspect anything when my throat started functioning normally again. I barely felt the needle go in, and then she asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

I smiled at her and said, "Not really, but thank you for your hard work."

She proceeded to leave after saying, "Okay! If there is anything you need, press this button and I'll be here," but I pressed it before the door could close.

Her pager went off, and she asked me, "Is there any problem, dear?"

I questioned her nervously, "Ya umm... can you tell me how is the alpha?" because I didn't sure if she could share this information with me.

The softness of her countenance was reassuring, and her words, "Don't worry, he is totally fine and healing, he just regained his consciousness a few minutes back; there is strict security outside his room, and he will be on his feet in no time!" brought relief to my soul.

In response to my "Thanks a lot!" the nurse departed the room. Cuffs on my leg and no one to check on me meant that I would quickly get lonely in this place.

It would have taken an ordinary omega at least a week to recover from the injuries I sustained, but because I was an omega, my healing process probably began the instant the wounds were made.

Considering an omega's slow recovery, the physicians were definitely not taking off the bandage, but I wasn't an omega anyhow.

I started having an inner monologue in which I said things like, "It's boring in here! And my injuries won't even develop into a deep scar how unfortunate for me," and I groaned as I searched fruitlessly for some source of entertainment in what was otherwise a bland hospital room.

As a result, I paged the nurse, who promptly entered and asked, "Yes, dear? You want something?"

I asked for some light sleep inducers because I was having trouble sleeping, and then I slept for 24 hours.

After a while, she returned and said, "The doctor said it's okay to give you moderate dosage if you can't sleep, here take this pill" and handed me a whole sleeping pill.

I said, "Thanks!" and swallowed the tablet whole.

After saying goodbye, the nurse covered me with the blanket and went. As the door closed, I looked up at the ceiling and started counting sheep to distract myself from the chain that was now around my ankle.

As my mind raced with ideas, I became increasingly dizzy and eventually succumbed to sleep.

***

There were birds singing, so I knew I'd gotten very little sleep, and when the sun came streaming in through the blinds, I gave an indignant click of the tongue and covered my eyes with my arm.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to sit up straight and open my eyes, or should I say my Eye, because I had just heard a man say, "Good morning!"

The voice came from my right, and as I turned to see our Alpha plastered from head to toe, he beckoned for me to take a seat and relax. I looked at his face and saw that he was smiling from ear to ear despite the fact that his right hand was only half attached and was entirely wrapped in white linen.

I said in a quiet voice, "Salute to the alpha!" (given the nature of our surroundings) and then asked, "How are you feeling now?"

It was a pleasant exchange: "I'm great," he said, "Actually I was expecting to be in heaven by about this time, but thanks to you I'm still alive. I heard you suffered great injuries protecting my life! I'll properly thank you once I'm back on my feet."

I felt terrible telling him that his own Beta had betrayed him because his smile was so infectious and pure. I'm sorry, but he had to know.

I shifted uneasily in my bed as I tried to figure out how to explain everything to him, "It was my job to protect you, there is no need for thankful gestures."

Don't be shy if you want to share your thoughts, he reassured me.

'It's Okay,' I told myself, 'if he doesn't trust me, the truth needs to be known.

I have an important message for the Alpha of our pack, and it concerns the Beta.

I was apprehensive about the future when the Beta approached me and said, "Alpha, I have something to tell you, it's about our pack's Beta..."

In the middle of my explanation, the Alpha interrupted: "Yaa he was gravely injured I have heard. They said he died in honour of protecting me and fighting off the wolves from Waterwoods village!"

Because I didn't know how to express it, I lowered my head and squeezed my eyes shut. It would be devastating for our alpha to learn that Beta had deceived him because he seems to trust his companions, and his pack in particular, completely.

We will do a suitable memorial for John Walter, he will be buried with honour," he drew my attention back to himself, "you know what Estella."

The name "John Walter?" sounded quite strange to me.

Laughter replaced the humorous exclamation as the Alpha said, "You should go mix with others from our pack, and for your kind information no one calls me Alpha here." "Our Beta - John Walter. Don't tell me you don't know our names rookie!"

Blood rushed to my cheeks and my eyes widened in horror; I should have known his name.

I apologised to the Alpha, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about this rule; pardon my rudeness, I haven't introduced myself properly; I am Estella, the new member of the pack Stonewalls, it's an honour to fight alongside you...umm..." I stutter-introduced myself, trying to recall his name, which was never stated to me.

"What a dummy I am!" I should have asked his name first, but he explained quickly enough: "I'm Morris Norman, Alpha of the Stonewalls pack. It's great to have a dedicated and loyal rookie like you alongside us."

He greeted me with a broad grin, his head slightly stooped as he did so, and said, "Why are you so stiff Estella? No need for sophisticated words, not like we live in the castle or something!"

I turned away from him, my face contorting in amazement at the revelation; does he know I am a princess? No, he shouldn't; it's possible I'm reading too much into this.

When I looked back at him, I pretended that a speck of dust had flown into my one working eye. I giggled awkwardly and returned his little bow, saying, "Nice to meet you, Morris Norman." He apologised for the dust and I introduced myself, saying, "Sorry just a little dust."