Alpha's Impossible Healer Mate

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“Alright. Good. Try to get some sleep now. You’ve got a long day tomorrow. Oh, and do not open the door for anyone until it’s me. No. Not even for the milkman. I know you’re old enough, Nina. Just…just do what I say, please. OK? I don’t have the energy to fight you right now. Yeah. Fine. Good night. Bye.”

Disconnecting the call, Dhara sighed deeply in her chest and allowed her head to fall against the back of the couch. She had never left Nina alone at home. And even though her little sister wasn’t actually all alone, her best friend Poppy had agreed to stay for the night. Dhara couldn’t force down the awful anxiety gnawing at the middle of her chest, making her troubled and nervous.

“You know, I can still ask one of my men to keep a watch on your house. I promise they won’t engage until it’s absolutely necessary.”

Dhara couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “One of your men? You make it sound like you’re the don of some crime syndicate.”

“What if I am?” She could hear the grin in his voice. “Will you be running for the hills then or throwing yourself at me again? It’s hard to tell what kind of men women take a fancy to these days.”

Dhara rolled her eyes. Of course, he had to bring that humiliating incident up at the first chance he got. One more reason for her to get the hell out of here the moment everything sorted out. Little did he know it was the first time she had let any man this close to herself, and for some reason, she found it utterly awkward to look at him and not think about the press of his lips against hers.

Even now, when she thought about it, her lips throbbed with anticipation. Nothing about the entire incident felt real. It was as if she had transported herself into a very vivid dream (or nightmare), and now she couldn’t break out of it for the life of her.

Then again, even if it were a dream, it was impossible to conjure a man like him with only her imagination. He was too beautiful to be real. Dhara was absolutely certain her creative hormones couldn’t be that skilled, even if she tried her best. And that’s how she knew it was far from being a dream. It was a freaking reality.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” she turned her back toward him and focused her gaze on the sliding glass door leading to a balcony. “I’m not really into men.”

“Is that so?”

Clearly, he wasn’t buying any of her lies. It was as if his brain were programmed to catch utter lies.

“So…what’s going on?” rubbing her palm against the shorts she was wearing, she asked with a yawn. “Didn’t you say it wouldn’t take long?”

Dhara waited for his immediate response, something he seemed to have a thing for. However, when she heard him shuffling around instead of words coming out of his mouth, her head turned, and she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was up to.

Thankfully, after Nina and Viraj left, the Alpha guy stumbled on some senses and had put on a shirt. He had added some more lights in the room, improving the visibility of the entire place to the maximum extent. She would be lying if the gesture alone hadn’t felt overwhelming itself. He didn’t have to explicitly state it for her to know that he was trying to make her as comfortable as he could. Something she found sweet and unsettling at the same time.

Chiding herself for even letting such a thought meander about her head, Dhara pressed her lips and observed him with a steady gaze as he typed something on his phone. Her dark brown eyes followed the gentle stroke of his thumb across his lower lip, the way his large fingers scuffed against the two days’ worth of stubble.

She had to admit; that he was devastatingly good-looking. In her entire life, she had never come across a man as graceful and well-built as him. He was practically every girl’s wet dream. Tall. Tanned. Tempting as sin. He was a walking embodiment of perfection. There was no way a woman could be within ten miles of his proximity and not pine for his attention. He had that look. That wild air of confidence women fell face-first for.

And that was perhaps another reason she felt so mortified for herself. For her actions. Surely, it wouldn’t be the first time some crazy woman had thrown herself at him. But to imagine that she had become one of them sank her heart deep into the pit of self-loathing. She didn’t know what got into her when she threw caution to the wind and launched herself into his enormous arms. For every second, she hated herself for it. She really did.

Maybe.

Scowling to herself, she realized she was gaping into nothing, and as she forced her vision to return the world back to focus, her eyebrows pinched together. Where did he go? Her heart did a double-take. He was just right there, wasn’t he? Busy with his phone, she recalled. Now only an empty stool sat near the mini bar.

Her entire body froze.

Losing sight of him was even worse than having him in front of her. The thought of not knowing his whereabouts sent a shiver of uncanny fear down her bones. Her head barely snapped to browse the other part of the room when she came face to face with a pair of gleaming golden eyes.

“How did you? When did you?” She freaking didn’t see him moving. How did he cover that distance without her noticing? How long had she been lost in her thoughts?