The Alpha's Witch

Chapter4

Seline's POV

With a pained moan, I peel my heavy eyes open and immediately slide them shut when the bright light from the window shines into them.

After a few seconds of struggling, I finally manage to open my eyes halfway but a quick glance around the room that I'm in has my eyes jerking open.

My room at home definitely doesn't have such beautiful curtains and it also, definitely doesn't smell like cinnamon. I don't have the luxury of having nice curtains or a room with a nice smell.

I attempt to sit up straight but fall back on the bed with a cry as a sharp pain goes through my side. That's when the memories start resurfacing.

I remember Mason and his gang ambushing me. I remember trying to fight them off but getting a knife digged into my side instead. And I definitely remember seeing a huge black wolf charging into the scene.

As I start piecing my memory back together, the door opens and the person that walks in answers the one question that I've been pondering over.

I'm in my rescuer's house and if I have to take a wide guess, I'll say that I'm also in his bedroom.

My rescuer pauses with a bowl in his hand as he stares at me in surprise. Then a full blown smile appears on his face a second later. "You're finally awake," he says as he rushes over to my side and discards the bowl in his hand on the bedside table.

I open my mouth to talk but all that comes out of it is a dry wheeze. My rescuer quickly picks up the glass of water that's on the bedside table and place it against my lips.

I greedily drink the water and sigh as the liquid flows down my patch throat. It feels like I haven't had water for days.

Once the glass is empty, he takes it away from my lips and place it back on the bedside table.

"What am I doing here?" I ask.

"You don't remember?" He asks with a lift brow.

I shake my head. "I remember you chasing my assaulters away but that's that last time I remember before I passed out," I tell him as I clutch my head to hold off a building headache.

He nods in understanding. "You passed out from the loss of blood. I had to take you back to my house because I have no idea of where you live. The healer came over and checked on your wound and said that you needed to be on bed rest." A pause. "So yeah, you've been here for two days now," he finishes.

Two days?! I've been here for two whole days?!

I look below the duvet covering me and find myself clasped in only my bra and panties. I look back at him accusingly. "You undressed me?" I question in disbelief.

He rubs his nape and his face darkens in a way that I can't help be find adorable. "I had to. You didn't wake up for two days and It was the only way that I could give you a sponge bath."

"You gave me a sponge bath?!" I holler, feeling my damn face heating up despite how hard I try to force the blush down.

He gulps and his fingers slide into his hair. "You were burning up and I had to find a way to bring your temperature down." He shrugs. "Besides, trust me when I say that seeing yourself in your blood stained clothes would have made you pass out again." He says it like him stripping me down was a favour he did for me.

I glare at him.

He raises his hands over his head in surrender. "I promise that I didn't look. I was swift with the sponge baths."

Somehow that statement has the opposite result that it should. I get more angry at knowing that he probably didn't even feel tempted to try and peep at my unclothed body.

Ok, it seems that I must have hit my head when I fell on the ground because what kind of reasoning is that?

"Thank you," I mumble with my gaze on the duvet covering me. The last thing I remember before passing out was my rescuer chasing Mason and his gang away. I wonder what would have happened to me if he hadn't been around to save me.

He clears his throat. "You're welcome."

An awkward silence settles in the room and I twist my fingers anxiously in my lap.

"What's your name?" I ask, voicing the question that has been on my mind for a while. As much as I like referring to him as my rescuer, I need to have a name that I can call him by. Besides, he already knows mine so it's only fair that I know his too.

"Jeremiah," he says with a tiny smile. Then he sits on the chair that's beside my bed.

"I really appreciate all that you've done for me and I promise that I'll be out of your hair very soon." As soon as I figure out a way to get out of this bed without dying from the pain.

Jeremiah shakes his head. "You can stay here for as long as you need to. Infact, I insist that you stay here for a couple weeks or atleast until you've fully recovered."

I have to force my mouth not to drop open at that statement. "I'm sure that you have better things to do than to take care of a stranger."

"You're not a stranger," he says as he stares at me intensely. "You're my mate."