His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

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“Annette, how do I approve this? A week's leave?” the admin screamed, standing.

I didn't understand what he meant, because I had taken a leave previously, which he approved. So why was this one different?

“You can't be absent this long….

“I'm very sick right here. So how would I work if I'm not healthy? There are other healers, and they can take care of emergencies in my absence. Why are you making it look like they are all useless here?” I retorted, because I was so depressed and just wanted to be alone.

Xavier had told me that Alpha Samson had left with his people after they cleared the hospital bill, and I hadn't been happy since I heard that. I felt as though I lost someone important to me again, and just wanted to be alone and vent my anger in alcohol.

“Make it three days…” the admin said and I shook my head.

“If you don't approve of it, I will have no choice but to tell the lycan prince. He knew I was sick and didn't know I was here now.” I said, having tears in my eyes already, but sure that it wasn't my argument with the man causing it.

He finally nodded, "I'll make it two weeks, because I will need you to respond if you're needed. I'm begging you, Annette.”

I glared at him so much, even when I knew it wouldn't wipe out my sorrow. And at the very end, I still agreed and left the hospital. Let's say the other week was to cover up the times I would be present, but I wouldn't call it a leave, though.

Once I arrived home, I went grocery shopping and restocked my home so I would have no reason to leave the house unless I was called. I had alcohol stocked in my fridge, something I hadn't been doing…and for the next three nights, I'd been on them, losing my mind and senses after just a bottle.

On the fourth day of my leave, I hadn't gotten any emergency calls, nor had I left the house. I had spoken with Aunt Penelope a few times and promised to visit her during the weekend, which was tomorrow, so I hoped that I would be sober the next morning so she wouldn't suspect what I did to myself.

Every minute I spent without thinking, I recalled the one person I thought I had forgotten, and that was eating me up. I was slowly beginning to hate myself for always recalling him, so the easiest way to get him out of my mind was to be drunk, so I do not think straight.

That night, I drank till midnight, not asleep, but at least drunk. I heard a sound from the back door and decided to take a look, so I staggered to my feet and made my way to the balcony.

As I stepped out of my feet to the veranda, that strong scent hit my nostrils again, the same scent I perceived the other two times. I licked my lips, savoring how sweet it was, and just wished it were a meal so I could gobble on it.

I had my eyes shut, constantly licking my lips when I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist. And at that time, the scent became stronger as though the source was so close to me. I sniffed repeatedly, less concerned with who the person was and was just getting overwhelmed with the scent.

It got so intense that I felt I lost my senses, because the only thing I wanted at that moment was to be wrapped around this person. I held onto whatever they wore, sniffing my nose on their chest repeatedly.

The feeling swelling in me was unusual. The urge to have him whole in me, to get a taste of his skin so many times.

He was delicious, and I didn't want him to leave.

His scent was so extreme, like a high current river that had gripped me tightly, and I thought swimming in it was better than alcohol.

By the time I managed to raise my face, I saw what he looked like and began letting out soft sobs. It was like a dream…or maybe it really was, but I really didn't want him to leave so early.

I reached out to his face, and I could feel his skin. He pressed me closely to his body, and I just wanted him to claim me this time before I woke up from my dream.

“Why are you drinking this much?” he whispered to me, looking at me just like in those days when I was still a servant in my father's house. “Healers do not take alcohol excessively, so you should not do this again.”

I nodded.

“Yes, I shouldn't," I responded, my voice sounding so broken. “But if you're going to stay with me for some time before I wake up, then I won't drink again. I will totally forget about you. It's a promise.”

He cupped my face in his palms and kissed my lips, "I'm going to be with you until daybreak.” he muttered and raised me into his arms.

I wrapped my arm around his neck as he made his way into my room and laid me on the bed. I feared he would leave and not stand by his promise, but he began unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his trousers before he lay down.

Nothing was more heartbreaking than knowing this was a dream and that I would wake up sitting and drinking in the sitting room all alone. I just didn't want to wake up, but stay with him alone here in this other world.

He had me lie on his chest, his left arm around me, and he ran his fingers in my hair.

“I'm very sorry for everything, okay?” he whispered, but I didn't respond to him. “If you tell me how to redeem all my mistakes, I would do it all…even if it meant being your slave.”

Hearing those got me so emotional, and I began sobbing silently until my tears dropped on his chest.

I didn't want him to speak again, but just to spend this little time with me before dawn, when I would wake up from my dreams. I relaxed so well on his body, wanting to be glued to him, and he didn't bother.

At a time, I felt his lips on mine…softly, and then he stayed away again.

He tasted so much like his scent, and I seriously loved how I was able to perceive his scent this much in my dreams, even without my wolf. So I traced my finger on his face until I found his lips again, and I kissed him back.

We kept kissing each other hungrily until I found myself completely nude under him while he lay over me. He kept looking into my eyes, groaning pleasurably as I did, while slowly thrusting his member in and out of my tight fold.

It was so painful at first, until it got so sweet, and I didn't want him to get away.

I knew when not even his dickcap could get into my pussyhole…but he successfully had every length of his c**k riding in and out of me.

“You take me so good, love. I don't want to get away from you,” he whispered to me, rocking his hips vigorously against mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning from the shiver overwhelming me suddenly. “I'm close, alpha. Oh yes!!” I cried out in pleasure, my eyes shut tight.

“Come all over my c**k. I want to feel it dripping,” he muttered, kissing my earlobe.

This was the greatest feeling I ever had in my life, but I hated that it wasn't reality and was even with the very one who chose another over me.

Yet, I felt a bit satisfied having been deflowered by him instead of another man I had nothing in common for once.