Alpha's Impossible Healer Mate

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“Look, obviously, this was a massive misunderstanding. I was just looking for my sister. And now that she is here—safe and sound—let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

After enduring the most embarrassing moment of her life, only Dhara knew the poise and courage it took to sit in front of the same man she had harassed not so long ago, as if her insides weren’t lit on fire. Having no clue what on earth got into her, she found it hard not to chew her lips out.

All her life, Dhara had never felt this kind of surge and white electricity begging to be released. She had never felt this unexplainable attraction to anyone. Men had never been a priority in her life, not when she had a younger sister to take care of, not when their parents weren’t around to ease the weight of responsibilities off her shoulders, and not when the stress of next month’s rent and the food they needed on their table for healthy survival inhabited her mind.

Her forehead and cheeks warmed with the awareness of his intense gaze upon her. Flopped on the couch across from her, one arm draped along the length of the back of it, he didn’t seem to give a s**t how uncomfortable his shameless gawking was making her feel. Couldn’t he just look away or do something else with his eyes? Why did he have to make her miserable?

Luckily, she wasn’t alone in this. Nina sat by her side, her only support and the only person she trusted in the entire room. Or the world.

“Ah!” Dhara tensed when Nina hissed. “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to break my hand?” Yanking her hand away from Dhara, which she had been holding for a bit of comfort, Nina shook it in the air as if to dispel the pain.

Her heart instantly sank into her stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

She tried to reach out when Nina signaled for her to stop. “It’s OK.”

It was anything but OK, but Dhara didn’t force it any further. Nina had a premature birth, and in many aspects, her sister was weaker than the rest of the kids her age. Of course, Dhara had stopped bringing that up a long time back. She had seen how much being called weak affected her sister mentally.

“Big deal out of what?” Cutting her thoughts short, the man with still no shirt to cover his bare chest asked.

It took Dhara a minute too long to realize what he was talking about. Her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip to avoid the same warm sensation building up in her chest again—the one that led her to the bed with him.

Averting her eyes from him to the man standing behind the couch—the one Nina had arrived with and caught them in the middle of God knows what wizardry—Dhara wondered if he was the man her sister had left the club with. Like the man sitting on the couch, this guy wasn’t any less good-looking. He had the same golden eyes and dark-as-soot hair growing out of his head. He was tall and broad, muscled in all the right places.

Yet somehow, the man on the couch outshined him with little to no effort. With him in the room, with his relaxed posture and powerful eyes, he easily made everything else turn pale. There was no doubt in her mind that the man on the couch was the one who called the shots. Alpha, the other man had called him. Not that she had any clue why the hell someone would name themselves Alpha for any reason whatsoever.

Not her concern.

“Err…” Did he have to act so oblivious? “Out of everything that happened?”

“And what do you think…happened?” was his immediate response, shameless amusement glistening in his golden eyes.

“All I’m saying is, let’s deal with this situation a bit more maturely. Shall we?”

She could feel a stupid smirk cutting across his lips. She could just feel it.

“Are you saying what happened earlier was something immature would do?” He quipped with the same stupid smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

Dhara felt like she wanted to scream so loud his ears would bleed.

“No!” she snapped, fisting the hem of her T-shirt a bit tightly while doing that one thing she had been avoiding since the embarrassing encounter—she glared at him. “That’s not what I said.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying let’s forget about it!”

“It must be normal for you to throw yourself at someone and then forget about it.”

“Are you serious?” Did he really just accuse her of being a slut? “You think I do this with every guy I come across? Have you lost your mind? I’ll have you know, Mister, I’m not the person you’re assuming me to be.” God, this guy was too much.

“You must be really attracted to me then,” he drawled cockily. “Because you kind of did more than just throw yourself at me.”

Boy, was he smug? So desperately, she wanted to wipe that smirk off his pretty face.

Asshole.

“Ugh. Why are you doing this?” she couldn’t keep her annoyance at bay anymore. She already felt so guilty for her actions. He didn’t have to make her feel worse.

“Trust me, I’ve barely done anything,” he said, before cunningly adding. “Yet.” And there was that wink. That stupidly annoying wink had her stomach in a silly twist.