Alpha's Wish

Sanity??

(Zephra)

I couldn't move. The man in the doorway was getting all my attention. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked at him. There was a thick feeling around me of safety. I knew he was not there to hurt me. I could feel his urgency for the man who was holding my shoulders to let go. He was moving towards the bed. His whole body was like a fluid motion. His legs, arms, head, hips, and chest all moved with such precision. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

I didn't even notice that the other man had released me and had moved quite a ways away from me. He had cleared the path for the gorgeous hunk who was headed towards me. As he came close, I smelled pine and mint. They are two of my favorite scents. He must have a body wash that he had used. The scent was very soothing to my frayed senses. It comforted me and made me settle down.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. His voice was like a melody I wanted to keep listening to.

"Fine." That was all I could squeak out. My voice seemed to be stuck somewhere.

"I sent for the doctor," the other man said. No, he hadn't. He was there in the room with me the whole time. He hadn't hit any call buttons or walked out the door. He looked very calm.

In walked a man in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He had a soft, caring look in his eyes as he walked over to the other side of the bed. He picked up the hand that I now noticed had blood on it. A nurse came in with a tray and some instruments on it. He took a piece of white gauze and cleaned the blood from my hand to my arm where I had pulled the needle out. He had a gentle touch.

"So, does your head hurt? You have quite a bump on the back of your head," he asked in a low tone of voice.

" A little," Actually, I noticed when the hunk touched me, I no longer felt any pain. I felt my whole body tingling. It was like I was standing on a low voltage electric line.

He was rubbing his fingers up and down my arm. It felt amazing having him touch me. I shouldn't feel this way, since he is a stranger. He could have been one of the men who was chasing me. I felt my body stiffen at that thought. But somewhere deep inside, I knew he wasn't. I don't know why, but I just knew he wasn't.

"We can give you some aspirin if you need it for the headache," the man I was sure was the doctor said. He had a smile on his face.

"No, I think it will be alright. Thank you for taking care of me." I gave him a small smile.

"Alp.." the doctor started to say.

"Alexander." The hunk interrupted him.

"Yes, Alexander, everything seems to be alright. We can release her this afternoon after her blood tests get back." He looked at the hunk who I now knew was Alexander.

"Thank you, doctor. I will be right here." The doctor gave him a head nod and walked out of the room.

"So your name is Alexander?" I looked into his eyes, wanting to know everything about this man.

"Yes. But we don't know your name." He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. It was very sexy. I felt myself blush at the heated look he was giving me. How could just him looking at me make me feel so excited?

"Zephra. My name is Zephra." I croaked out. He reached the table next to the bed and grabbed a bottle of water. He opened it and handed it to me.

I sipped at it, not wanting to take too much at first.

"Where am I?" I looked into his eyes, and it was like flying in the sky. I could almost feel the clouds swirling around me.

"You are in our village." He sounded a little hesitant as he spoke. I wanted to ask so many other questions, but looking into his eyes made my mind only think about the way my body was feeling. I was warm and comforted by his touch and his presence.

"Riley, why don't you go get her some sweat pants and a shirt she can change into." Alexander told the man who had tried to hold me in bed.

"Yes Al..Alexander." He stuttered. He quickly left the room, and we were alone. He sat in the chair that was at the side of the bed but never let go of my hand. He was rubbing small circles on the back of my hand, and it was leaving little trails of electricity on my skin as he went.

"So how old are you?" he asked, looking at me with a soft expression on his face.

"Seventeen. I think anyway." I felt like I wanted to tell him my whole life story. I was always very guarded about my life and the things that had happened in the past. Everything seemed to be right on the tip of my tongue, and it all wanted to fly out. I had never wanted to tell someone every aspect of my life as much as I wanted to tell him.Why did he make me feel so safe?

"You think? How can you not know how old you are? That sounds strange." His eyebrows were arched in a question type of manner which didn't affect the handsomeness of his face. If anything, it made him more handsome.

"Well, I was left as a baby in a wheelchair outside a hospital. They thought I was about 3 or 4 months old, so I have always used the date my parents adopted me to be my birth date, as I do not know my real birth date." I had turned my gaze down to my hands that were fumbling with the sheet. I didn't want to see the inevitable look of pity or disgust that I got from people hearing this.

"I see. Should we call your parents to let them know you are alright? He seemed a little worried about having to call someone.

"No, I live with a foster family now. My adopted parents died in a car accident." Why was I willing to tell him my whole life story? This man didn't need to know all the things from my past. He was just trying to be nice. He didn't want to know all about me. The last thing I needed was for this man to take pity on the poor little orphan girl.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. I was just trying to figure out if someone was going to worry about you. You have been gone for quite a while, and they might be looking for you." He truly sounded worried. It didn't sound like the pity I had heard in so many when they had learned about my past. He seemed to take a true interest in my life.

"I am sorry I shouldn't have just unloaded all that to you. I don't need to tell strangers my life story. You don't have to worry about calling anyone. My foster parents won't be calling anyone. They probably think I ran away. They wouldn't want anyone to know I was not there. They won't get paid for having me in the house if I am not there." Holy cat's pajamas. I can't stop telling him things. I just need to keep my mouth shut.I must be losing my sanity to be telling him all of this. Maybe it was the injury to my head. There was a low growl coming from him. It caught me off guard, and I flinched a little.

"I didn't mean to scare you. It just makes me angry that someone would be willing to take children into their home just for money. Here, we treat each other like we are all family. If a child loses a parent or parents, we all take care of them." He sounded decidedly upset by what I had been telling him.

The man named Riley came rushing back in with a pair of sweatpants, a shirt , underwear, a bra, socks, and shoes. How did he know my size? They all looked like they would fit. He must have seen the confusion on my face.

"I have a little sister about your size." He smiled at me as he laid it all on the bed. I still wasn't happy with him for trying to manhandle me.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom and have a nice hot shower? It will probably make you feel better. We will just wait out here, " he pointed towards the bathroom.

"Thank you." I picked up the clothes and walked into a bathroom that didn't look like a hospital bathroom. The shower was a big walk-in shower. I turned on the water and knew it was going to feel great. There were little bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body soap in the shower on the little shelves. There was also a loofah hanging on the door handle.I took off my gown and walked into the steam of water from the large shower head. I stood in there just letting my mind wander about what was happening. Who were those men? How had I gotten here? Did they find me and save me from the big black wolf?