BloodMoon Desires

Chapter Three

The next few days, I'm not sure how many, I spent slipping in and out of consciousness. I had no idea where I was or who the voices I could hear belonged to, but I didn't care. Each time I closed my eyes I was slowly drifting in a warm pool of blackness that felt so calm and soothing that I didn't want to leave.

"Seraphina, it's time to wake up now. I've done the best I can to heal you, but you need to wake up. I'm scared that if you don't, you never will. Please wake up for us."

My eyes burned as the stark white lights above me beamed and I quickly covered my eyes with my arm. "Where am I?" I croaked out to no one in particular, not expecting a response.

"You are at the BloodMood packhouse."

My body jolted at the deep voice, but I hissed at the pain in my shoulder the movement caused.

"Please try not to move, you're not in the best condition."

The words were like a booming speaker right next to my ear, "Please stop talking, it's too loud." My body ached from the top of my head to the tips of my toes but my right leg was throbbing beyond comprehension. I whimpered.

Footsteps came towards me and suddenly a warm liquid began to flow through my body that seemed to make the pain go away. The lights dimmed and I slowly removed my arm and let my eyes adjust. There was a drip bag at my side that followed a line into my hand that must have had pain medication in it. I was propped up in bed enough to look down and see that I was wearing a hospital gown but the blankets on me were far too luxurious to be from an actual hospital.

I glanced to my side and noticed a broad frame taking up a chair in the dim light. I stared as my head rested back on my pillow. Who ever had answered me must have been him. His shoulders were broad and it seemed he would be very tall as he sat with his long legs stretched out in front of him. I met his eyes, they seemed dangerous, almost cold but glinted hazel. I felt my wolf also staring, watching and examining him.

Lady didn't seem to be anxious or worried, but rather curious. I might have been curious too if my head wasn't floating with pain medication, but I could tell he sure was attractive. My eyes closed as I chuckled to myself and thought how typical of it for me to lay eyes on the most beautiful man I've ever seen while probably looking like an unwashed mess in a hospital gown. It was too comical.

He was wearing a sleek button-down dress shirt, fine black slacks and his black shoes shined in the light that was left. He was eyeing me as well, but I could't read the expression on his face. It was like he had placed on a smooth mask that replicated his own face, but it was the eyes that gave him away. There was something in them but I wasn't sure what it was.

And it was there out of nowhere that the most sensational scent hit me like a truck. It was a mix of leather, pine and fine scotch. It filled my senses and made my already floating head soar higher. My mouth began to water and Lady was practically purring. She was excited and immediately began to prance around. This was odd. Too many odd things happening at once and it made me want to just go back to sleep.

"Did you say BloodMoon?" My headiness quickly evaporated and my pulse quickened. My family hated this pack, my bloodline had forever changed because of them. Panic began to set in. I couldn't breathe, my lungs were being squeezed so tightly I felt like my face would turn blue at any second. A crashing pain flooded down my spine and I wanted nothing more than to rip the lines out of my hands and run far, far away.

Large hands were on my shoulders and the man's face was inches from mine, "Seraphina, calm down."

If it were only that easy...but it was that easy. I felt my heart slow to normal pace and my lungs fill with air again. I looked him in the face and was met with those stunning eyes that felt like I was looking into the face of a predator, but he wasn't lunging at me. His fingers served to gently rub my shoulders and that's when I heard Lady yip with glee..."Mate!!"

I shrunk away from his touch, the touch of a total stranger and Lady whimpered. I knew why and I understood, but this was just crazy.

"I need to leave this place," I said as I began to shuffle my legs out from under the bed but his hands were still on me and pressed me back into the bed.

"You can't leave. Dr Triver says you are too weak to be without supervision and I have tasked it to myself to make sure you're well supervised."

"How do you know I don't have people waiting for me? People searching for me?" I snipped. The aches were coming back at me and I just wanted to go home. I couldn't be there.

"I have taken the time to look you up. You live alone with no known partner to speak of, no social circle and I've taken the liberty of applying you for medical leave from your work at the Veterinary, where I know you are the head nurse. Now unless I am missing something, you need to stay here at least until the Dr clears you."

My face dropped but I could feel a streak of anger whip through my veins. My face was growing hot and I was infuriated. My life might not have been much or very socially adventurous, but it was my private little life. "How dare you! Do you know how exposing it feels to have some stranger sift through my life? And how? Are you a professional stalker?"

"Seraphina-"

"And you know my name, where I work, who I do or don't socialise with and you haven't even the decency to introduce yourself. You are a very, very rude man."

He shifted from the bed and stood at my side, he took a slow breath in and cleared his throat as if he were about to give a long winded speech. "I am Damien Blud, next in line to be Alpha of the BloodMoon Pack. I am twenty-six years of age and no I am not a professional stalker, just very good with finding out information. My father is Alpha Alexander Blud and my mother is Luna Rose Blud. Anything else?"

I was lost for words, still angry, but just drawing a blank.

"He is our mate, Seraphina, our chosen one."

"My wolf, Lady, keeps saying that you are our mate..." My voice was small and I trailed off, not knowing what to say to accompany the rest of my sentence.

Damien brought the chair he'd previously sat in closer to my side of the bed and rested his elbows on the edge of the bed so that his hands formed a fist that he rested his chin on. The sleeve of his shirt slipped up a little and I could see tattoos peeking out from underneath. His black hair was slicked back and it occurred to me that he looked like he was dressed to be somewhere else. Somewhere requiring an air of formality or sophistication.

"Kane, my wolf, has been bellowing the same thing at me since I brought you here." He spoke quieter this time, as if he were too at a loss for words. "How about we leave this for when you feel stronger. For now you need to rest and I can feel you're in pain." He reached over and turned a small dial on the line that was connected to me and the IV bag.

That wonderful warm sensation from before began to pour once again through my veins and I relaxed into the bed, "Fine, but we will be having words." I said while trying to keep my eyes open.

A small chuckle left his throat, "Yes, yes I suppose we will be. Sleep now, Princess."