Ruined By My Three Billionaire Alphas

Chapter 7: Alpha Jasper

~Aquilla~

The pain came first before anything else.

Blood gurgled up my throat, spilling free and flowing down the corner of my lips.

I coughed; intense pain blinded me. My lips opened and shut, I couldn't even scream.

'Goddess… am I dying?' I could feel my strength slip away from my body. 'Was this it? The end?' Darkness crept into my vision.

Each breath felt like a thousand spears poking me. I wheezed, lying on the ground; blood pooled under me.

My mind swung, flickering through my brief and uneventful life and what I felt was regret, a bone-eating one. If I knew I would die so young, I shouldn't have remained so submissive.

I had so many dreams, so many things I want to do, places I want to visit. Things I want to say, but I'll never get the chance to.

My vision dimmed, my heart pounded, each thud laborious, struggling.

I don't want to die, it was like a silent plea. Blood trailed down the corner of my lips. I'm in so much pain, my body twitched.

Then—

Everywhere went ghost-quiet.

But before I passed out—

Something shifted in the shadows. A being—no, a wolf—walked out. It was massive, with rippling muscles. Its fur was like fire, sizzling away the darkness; glowing green eyes locked on me.

Could he help me? My mind flared warning. What if he's a killer or a rabid or worse… countless possibilities. He was massive, even my dimming sight could tell that, but I didn't care.

I was dying anyway.

Even if he's the god of ruin.

Even if he demanded my soul.

All I knew was that—

Someone was here. My lips opened; I tried to mouth—

'Please save—'

But I blacked out before I could finish my words, my eyes shut in despair.

*****

Beep. Beep.

A beeping in my ears roused me up from sleep.

I groaned.

My lashes fluttered open. The first thing I saw was a white ceiling. There was an unnatural calmness in my head, the calm before the storm.

But the fragile peace was broken—

Then—

It all flooded in.

Chaotic. Hot flashes of colors. Images mixed with emotions. I grimaced, holding my head.

My mate betrayed me. I didn't love him. But for some reason his actions sent stabs through my body.

He betrayed me. My heart ached; a tear slipped out from my eye, landing on my bed, soaking it.

My mate left me. Left me to die. Nothing hurt more than that realisation. I groaned. 'Why didn't she just die! Haven't I suffered enough? The ten good years I spent atoning—a waste.'

She's always been the perfect one— Father, my mate, even him, the one I thought I loved. Who I was ready to throw all caution to the wind for. To be hunted down for. Left me for her!

'What's so special about her?' My head ached like a saw was cutting through it.

I groaned. They thought I would die. I thought so too.

I froze, realising something— everywhere was unfamiliar. From the white ceilings to the equally white wall.

Panic gripped my heart, I shot up. Sitting so suddenly, vertigo hit me. I gasped.

'Where am I? Was I captured?' But before I could spiral downward—

"Woah, woah, easy there." Hands held me, pushing me back down to the bed.

My eyes refocused.

It was a bearded middle-aged man. He donned a white coat, a badge pinned to the right.

"Doctor?" I voiced out, puzzled. My voice was hoarse and dry.

"Oh dear." He walked away, his leg having a slight limp, and returned with a cup of water, with a straw in it. "Here, your voice is even worse than mine, an old man." He chuckled.

I eyed it skeptically, but he clicked his tongue. "It's not poisoned. Why would we wait for you to wake up just to kill you? That's a waste of resources."

I flinched at the word 'kill.' I remembered how he wanted to kill me.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said, snapping me out. "It's my deligration of duty, speaking so carelessly."

"It's okay…" I instinctively tried to diffuse it. I wasn't happy.

The elderly man eyed me, but smiled. Without saying a word, he placed the cup down on the side table, adjusted my pillow to help me sit up.

Picking up the cup, he pushed it to my lips. "Take a sip."

"Thank you," I mouthed, after I was done, inwardly marvelling at his thoughtfulness.

He began to explain.

"You're currently admitted at the pack's hospital…" he began explaining, but I cut him off.

"Admitted. Hospital?" My head whipped to the side, landing on the EMP that kept beeping incessantly, showing my heart rate.

How come I never noticed? I shook the thought out, instead asking what nagged me.

"How did I… get here?" I racked my brain, but nothing came to mind.

"You were brought in." His words were like a switch.

Then—

I remembered. Towering wolf. Blazing eyes. "I saw someone— a wolf?" I muttered.

"You mean the Alpha?"

I flinched. My fingers dug into the white sheets beneath me at the word "Alpha." It reminded me of him…

My breath caught in my throat; blood drained out of my face, leaving my cheeks pale like paper.

Snap.

The doctor snapped his fingers in front of my face; my eyes refocused on his finger. He eyed me with concern. "Are you okay?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "I'm fine. You said who saved me?" I changed the subject.

"Alpha rushed in like a bullet. With your broken body, you were like a puppet with broken strings. He went with the flow.

"The reason you are able to wake up right now," he lightly tapped the bed’s metal frame, "Is because of him—I hope you can understand that," he added.

He stood, straightened up his drab, smoothing nonexistent creases, and said, "Now let's get you checked up, shall we?" The corners of his eyes crinkled softly.

A few minutes later—

"And that's it for today." He placed his stethoscope around his neck, snapping close his box. With a soft grunt, he heaved himself off the chair he dragged to my bed.

"You're much better now, you're healing pretty fast I might say." He c****d his head to the side.

He spun round to leave. "Take as many tests as possible, you'll need it," he instructed. But I had something to ask him before he left. Swiftly, my cracked lips opened. A sting shot through them, I wetted my lips with my tongue, easing it.

And asked, "What's his name?"

He paused, placing his foot on the floor. He turned his head, just enough for me to see the side of his face—

"Alpha Jasper, that's his name." His lips had a fleeting smile. "You'll see him soon enough; he just had some urgent matters to attend to."

"Alpha Jasper," I whispered his name out.

He left behind some other instructions. "I placed a jug of water on the bedside table; take some water to moisten your throat. I'll be back."

The door shut softly behind him. I turned to look at the jug of water.

A sense of apprehension like the bony claws of the dead gripped my throat hard until I couldn't breathe.

'What's going to happen next?'