Bite or Moon Torn Between The Alpha And The Prince

Chapter 5

I placed a bowl filled with cold water and a small towel on the bedside table. The man I found at the pond was sleeping on his stomach in my bed. I didn’t know what to do but to wait for him to wake up. It had been ten hours already since I brought him to my apartment.

I thought back to when I first found him and was panicking, telling him to wait while I ran to the nearest phone booth to call an ambulance. He grabbed my leg before I could leave and weakly whispered,

“Don’t call… anyone… they’ll… kill me…”

Seeing as there was nothing else I could do, I carried him back to my apartment. I had been told countless times throughout my life that I was stronger than an average human. I always brushed it aside to the idea that growing up with werewolves affected my own growth.

“How long are you planning to sleep?” I asked as I leaned in closer to make sure he was still breathing. His breathing was very shallow, and there were times when I thought he stopped breathing entirely.

I had a good amount of time to fully check out his appearance while he slept.

He was beyond attractive, with short, light brown hair. His body was well toned, too. I had no choice but to take off his t-shirt to treat the stab wound on his back. The cut was large and deep when I first found him, but after changing his bandages for the third, I noticed it had already begun to close up.

“So, you’re a werewolf, huh?” I asked as I carefully brushed his hair away from his face. I was doing so to be able to place the cold towel on his face to try and lower his fever, but I ended up staring at his face.

When he opened his eyes and I made eye contact with those red spheres, I quickly pulled my hand away. He observed me for a few seconds with a sharp gaze until his face softened and the blue hue returned to his eyes.

“M… ot…” he murmured, the pillow under his head muffling his words.

“What?” I asked. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to face the window where the sunlight was swimming in.

“I said I’m not a werewolf,” he answered lowly. I felt embarrassed for that assumption.

“I’m sorry… It’s just… your wound is already healing, so I figured you aren’t human,” I explained, fidgeting with my fingers, “Why didn’t you want to go to a hospital?”

I had so many questions to ask him. When I didn’t get a response, I peeked over his body and saw that he fell asleep again. The painkillers I gave him hadn’t worn off yet. I sighed and wringed the towel of the water and placed it on the back of his neck to avoid waking him up.

I assumed he’d be asleep for at least another 5 hours.

It was 10 am already and I hadn’t slept at all through the night. He was also sleeping in my bed and my sofas weren’t wide long enough for me to sleep on them. I decided to shower and make something for him to eat when he wakes up.

I had in mind to tell someone about him, especially Flynn, but he said someone was trying to kill him. I decided to wake until he woke up to ask him about what he was worried about.

I was in the middle of showering, just standing under the water as it flowed down my body. I was exhausted. On top of college and the party, I had been awake over 24 hours already… and now this. I closed my eyes for only a minute to try and stave away some of the sleep and failed to hear the bathroom door open and close.

It was only when I felt a hand wrap around my mouth that I immediately opened my eyes and screamed into the hand.

“Shut the f**k up!” a familiar voice said and it was then that I realised it was the stranger who was supposed to be sleeping in my bed. He leaned in to the side of my head close to my ear and whispered,

“Someone’s here.”

Right as he said that, I heard some voices coming from somewhere in my apartment.

I slowly turned around when he removed his hand from my mouth. He was still dressed in his pants, which were now drenched along with his hair and the bandages around his torso.

Ignoring that I was naked, I noticed he was breathing heavily and looked down to see his blood being washed down the drain.

“You weren’t supposed to move,” I whispered. His wound hasn’t closed yet and I was almost due to change his bandages.

He stepped closer to me. I noticed quickly he was falling over and reached my arms out to hug him. His body was burning up. The steam and hot water weren’t helping his fever.

“I thought you said he was here,” I heard muffled voices from outside the bathroom door which was right in front of my bedroom. It was clear they were trying to keep their voices down.

“I saw her helping him in the park,” there were two people outside the door, two men, from what I could tell.

“There are bloody bandages in here,” one of them said a little too loudly, “He must have left after she helped him.”

“Well, he’s not here then. If she sees us, Alpha Renner will hear about this-”

“It won’t come to that. Let’s go.”

I was baffled by what I heard. After I was certain they had left, I turned off the shower and helped the stranger, who was still drowsy, back to my bed. I sat in the chair, still naked and drenched, and watched him as he slept.

One of those voices was very familiar; too much so for my liking.

I wondered what it was I had gotten myself involved in.

However, I was more concerned about Alpha Renner’s involvement with this stranger, and why Flynn and his unknown accomplice were searching for him.