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Dr. Juhi Mohan's POV:
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The moment those words escaped my lips, all discussion ceased as I was the center of attention, again.
The first one to my right began with a flirty smile, "Darling, how about we introduce ourselves first?"
Not trusting them with information about myself, despite their God-like appearances, I nodded to allow them to introduce themselves first.
He took the liberty of holding my hand and placing a feathery kiss that sent tingles up my arm before smirking, "My pack calls me Alpha Rex, which means King, by the way," He winked and bent down closer, conspiratorially, "But you, honey, can call me Vagus, the Wanderer."
It was cringe-worthy. I should have cringed.
Instead, I blushed.
My traitorous body had never acted that way before.
He straightened up satisfied.
"I am Hīrō Kata. You can call me Kata." Spoke the Japanese God-like-looking man next to him with a small tender smile and a little nod. I was half expecting him to bow, it would've allowed me to see how long the silky waterfall of his white hair went.
Then the guy to my left spoke in a formal tone that was somehow more attractive than the charming tone and the soothing tone of Rex and Kata, "Alpha Akoni. You can call me Arin." He tried to give a negligible smile as he nodded at me, making me nod back involuntarily.
'That’s the second time I've heard them call themselves Alpha. I'll have to ask later if I don’t get out of this bed soon.' I thought to myself.
Finally, it was the turn of the man at the door.
I was expecting anything, but what happened. He stared at me like he could see through my eyes into my soul, long enough that I felt compelled to lower my eyes. And when I did, he simply turned around and left without another word.
I was baffled.
Had I done something wrong to upset him? Why did I feel the urgency to run after him and make things right? But I was also too scared of his reaction in that scenario, that I did run after him. So I lay there as Rex laughed sarcastically, "Don’t mind him. Mister I-am-too-good-for-anything-and-anyone, is like that. It's not your fault, beautiful."
Okay, I had had enough.
"Can you please stop giving me nicknames?" I tried not to sound as frustrated and confused as I was feeling.
"I would, if you had introduced yourself, my lady." He smirked.
"I am Doctor Juhi Mohan. You can call me Juhi." I settled with the truth about. What harm could it do?
"Juhi, like the flower Jasmin? A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Rex commented, surprising me with his knowledge of my maternal language. My Indian mom had married a ginger American man, which was why I had been named in her native tongue, but I had the looks of my father. Being born and raised in America, my name often confused people because of how American I was.
"The lady should rest more. These wounds don't seem to be healing as fast as they should." Kata noted, bringing me back to reality.
I immediately tried to sit up, making the three guys in the room rush at me with,
"You'll hurt yourself."
"You should rest."
"What do you need?"
The last one was Kata and the one whom I answered, "I need answers. But first, some water, please."
"Of course." He turned around to fetch a glass probably, when there was a ping that made Arin alert, "That's the oven. I should go."
He turned to me with a tender look and placed a hand on mine, sending sensations up my arm, "Rest well, you need it. I'll check up on you later." I smiled as he left. Who would've thought the big dark guy with a serious face was a baker?
But wait, what was an oven doing in a hospital?
Come to think of it, the room looked more like a big minimalist bedroom than a hospital ward or room. Where was I? And who exactly were these guys?
Before I could ask anything, Rex sauntered out with an excited exclamation, "I must be there when the Big Guy opens that oven door." But not before sending one last wink at me with, "See you soon, Princess Jasmine."
I rolled my eyes, I had a feeling this was going to be harder than dealing with my psychotic patients.
Kata brought a glass of water to my sight and helped me sit upright, suddenly making me conscious of the fact that I was lying in a hospital gown and had absolutely nothing on.
Kata was an absolute gentleman, so tender, treating me like a porcelain doll. But that didn't mean my body didn't shiver at his touch when his buttery fingertips caressed my bare back where the hospital gown was tied, to help me sit up and place a bunch of pillows behind me.
If he noticed, he acted like he didn't. My face felt hot. So the water was a huge help.
And what a liquid it was.
I had heard stories about the fountain of youth, the elixir of immortality, and all the mythical waters in folktales. But the magic of this glass of water had my head spinning. It didn't taste any different from ordinary water, but I felt the need to keep drinking.
Kata delicately pulled the glass out of my hands as I realized I had only taken a couple of sips, but it felt like I had been drinking for ages and could still drink more.
What was wrong with me?
Or maybe something was wrong in the place?
Had he put something in the liquid? I needed to be more cautious. As hot as all of these men were, I didn't know them.
I could think a little better with one instead of four hot men staring at me. So I asked again, more forcefully this time, "Where am I?"
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