CHAPTER 4
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THIRD PERSON POV
The atmosphere grew tense and cold, with an uncomfortable silence lingering in it. No steps or actions were taken by Alpha Chase as he just kept on looking at Anya's body. He didn't know what to do. He was lost and confused for the first time ever.
Who the hell went out cold while being physically touched?
Alpha Chase went a little berserk, and for the first time ever, he got scared. How could she have fainted while she was being touched?
Immediately, he ordered the guard at the door to call in the nurse, and in a jiffy, the nurse came with the necessary equipment.
"What the hell is happening?" He bawled out in a very angry voice, and the nurse was seen shaking in fear.
He was starting to get angry at himself. Frustration bubbled within him.
"Alpha," she said without saying anything further.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Start treating her," he yelled, and the nurse's hands started to shake as she put her stethoscope into her ear and checked for Anya's heartbeat.
The nurse continued from one process to the other as she injected Anya with glucose.
Alpha Chase kept on walking to and fro until the nurse was done.
"She is stable now. She went into shock earlier. I don't know what exactly happened, but due to the fact that she is just recovering from her illness that we treated, she is vulnerable to shock if anything she didn't expect to..."
"I know what it means for a person to go into shock. Get out!" Alpha Chase said, not wanting to hear any more words out of her mouth.
The nurse hurriedly packed her stuff and walked towards the door before she was stopped by Alpha Chase. Ava, who was the nurse, quickly bowed her head as a sign of respect, her feet shaking and sweating in fear.
"When will she wake up?" Alpha Chase asked the question he wanted to ask before letting his anger get the better of him.
"In the next few hours, Your Highness," Ava said, and Alpha Chase got out of her way as she exited the room.
Alpha Chase went to Anya's side, and for a second, he resisted himself so hard from touching her, afraid of what had happened earlier would repeat itself. But he couldn't resist much longer, as he was suffering from too much anticipation of what her hand would feel like in his.
He took her hand into his and felt how coarse and rough it was. The way her hand felt in his made him wonder if rough hands always felt this good to touch. Her small hand fit perfectly into his, as he intertwined them.
An unfamiliar emotion, one that he didn't understand, kept erupting in him, but it was undeniable.
With lots of stares and hard decisions going on in his head, he began to wonder how his lips would feel on her rough hand. He found himself strangely captivated by them.
Never once had he thought of why her hand was so rough and coarse—most ladies' hands aren't. Rather, he found pleasure in it as he brought the hand up to his lips and kissed it.
The back of her palm felt so good on his lips, and it is really true not to judge a book by its cover. He couldn't take his lip from her hand, and he found a soothing and comforting moment in it.
"Why did you have to go into shock while I'm touching you?" He murmured with his eyes closed.
The fresh breeze and calm wind blew in, making Anya's hair cover her face a little; tranquillity set in. The leaves rustled outside, and it could only be heard by supernatural beings, as the sounds they made were so silent due to the fact that the sound was coming from afar.
Getting lost in the sweet moment of Anya's hand, which was now placed on his cheek with his own hand, he tried as hard as possible to decipher her scent.
He couldn't smell her scent, not even a hint of it. Was she human? That would explain it.
If he was drawn to her this way, it only meant one thing—she was his mate. But for the past three days, he had not been able to scent her. He tried as hard as possible to get her scent, but rather, it was only the musky breeze that was blowing into his nostrils.
"But what if the reason you can't smell her is because she is a human and she doesn't have any internal scent apart from the sweet earthly flavor that lingers around her, not the way you are thinking of?" Cole, his wolf, reasoned with him.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Out of instinct again, he tucked her hair behind her ear as he got lost in those big, bulging eyes of hers.
"Who are you?" he whispered to himself, and he didn't expect the sleeping girl to answer him, but she did.
"I'm Anya," the voice said, and the lost Alpha Chase was surprised as to how the sleeping girl answered him from her sleep.
"Anya," he said to himself, and he liked the way her name rolled out of his lips so nicely, as if the name was meant for him alone to pronounce.
"How did you get to my pack?" he asked again, hoping that she could sleep-answer him as she did initially.
But he was disappointed—the soft snores and her breathing sound filled his ears, and he smirked.
It would be weird if she answered him from her sleep again—he thought.
But he wanted to know everything about her. How did she end up being in his territory? How did those bruises and sore boils get to her? Now that he can't scent her, and the probability of her being a human arises, it all explains that the bruises on her were from a hazardous incident and not the vampire bane.
The bruises. Just to confirm, he checked.
Without thinking twice, Alpha Chase lifted up Anya's clothes, and he was dumbfounded to see her smooth skin that had been bruised so badly four days ago.
Anya's legs and thighs were the exact opposite of what her palm was. Alpha Chase got lost and captivated by her enticing skin that he forgot why he had lifted her clothes up in the first place.
"You are a goddamn vampire," he said those words with regret and pain.
Didn't he expect this initially?
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