Alpha Albert's Second Chance Mate

Savior's Abode

Jennifer's POV

My savior carried me home half-dead. My entire being hurt from the severe beating Greg has subjected me to. I felt my back touch a soft material. I forced my eyes open despite the pounding headache and realized we were in a room. The environment was unfamiliar; the room was big, bright, and colorful, directly contrasting to my originally small room.

Where am I?

I caught a glance of my savior's expressionless face as my eyes drifted close, my weakness consuming my whole body. I could hear faint whispers as I slowly fell asleep.

"Clean her up." I heard that voice that is now becoming familiar. "She's badly injured; call the doctor to come check on her. And if there's anything, let me know."

"Yes, Alpha!" In a chorus, some female voices said. I heard the faint creaking of the door; then it shut closed. I easily fell into Dreamland afterward.

When I finally woke up fully, it was noon the next day. My head still throbbed incessantly, and I felt slight dizziness. Casting a glance at my environment, I paused for a minute. The room was large and spacious, seeming to be a king-sized room, and the bed seemed to be situated in the middle of the room, adjacent to the only window. The warm yellow light of fading noon shone through the window, casting a warm glow over me. I looked at myself, and I felt fresh and refined in a floral dress that didn't look familiar or my style.

A pang suddenly hit my head, causing me to shut my eyes. Reflexly, I pressed a hand over my forehead, and an image I had seen once breezed past my thoughts. Another pang hit me just then, erasing the face from my mind. I squeaked in pain. Why did my head hurt so much? Greg must have inflicted a head injury on…

"Are you awake?" A deep voice suddenly asked, stopping my thought line. I opened my eyes and saw him standing just a distance away from the door as though he had been conjured from my thoughts. He had a towering height and a great figure. His presence held a domineering aura that could easily put one on the edge and make one's heart race dramatically. He was handsome, had an otherworldly beauty, and a calmness that made him dignified.

That night, when he had saved me from Greg, I had been too weak and wasn't able to take a proper look at him, plus it was night. And now, looking at him, my heart couldn't be any happier. This man was my mate! The moon goddess must truly love me.

"Mmm…" I muttered, not daring to look at him. Not with my heart beating frantically against my ears_ I feared he'd see the admiration in my eyes or hear the drumming of my heart even from afar.

He crossed the room, and my heart picked up its pace. My eyes were pinned to my bed, and my hands fiddled with the yellow sheets underneath. I was nervous.

He stopped a few inches before me, and then I felt his fingers brush my face. They were warm and slightly rough against my mild skin. I instantly felt weak in the head, my eyes fluttering a few times. He lifted my chin, and as my eyes met his enchanting ones, my breath caught in my throat. His irises were a deep shade of black, like an endless abyss. They were gentle, like calm waters, as he stared at me. I felt a rush of heat flow to my face.

"How do you feel?" His voice suited his position as Alpha _ deep and authoritative, yet alluring and enticing. "Are you alright? Do you feel pain anywhere?"

I nodded vigorously, "Mhm!"

"Are you sure?" He asked, searching my eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew I was lying. My entire body was still hurting; it felt as though all my bones had been tampered with and forced out of their designated positions.

"Get some rest; I'll have the doctor come run a few tests, and then the maids will bring you food and fresh clothing." He said and then turned to leave.

"Wait!" I called out to him. He turned around, facing me.

"Do you need something else?"

"How is my dad?" I didn't get to see him and say a proper goodbye due to the state I was in. Dad is the only family I have, and so was I, the only family he has. I'm sure he must feel lonely after each day's work. Who'd cook his meal and chat with him? I always knew that a day would come when I'd have to leave Dad to live with my mate. But I never planned to be this far away from him. I thought my mate would be a handsome young guy from our pack, but fate has its own dealings.

I miss my father, and I know he must miss me even more since he'd be alone all by himself. I wish Mom were alive; I wouldn't have to worry this much about him.

"He was fine when we left." Came my saviour's reply. I nodded. When the Alpha left, I curled myself on the bed. My heart hurt for my father. With no mate and no child, he was alone all by himself. The thought of it broke me a million times. I regret my actions four years ago.

Dad had returned home one fine afternoon with a beautiful lady. Seeing him in the company of a woman, I immediately guessed what that was. He wanted to move on. When he told me about it, I was so furious I could barely even hide it from the woman. I didn't want him to move on; I couldn't stand him forgetting all about Mom. They used to have the perfect relationship when she was alive. They were the envy of pack members, so how could he just forget about her after three years and think of moving on? I couldn't stand the thought of it.

"If you're here to ask my permission to marry this woman, then there's no need. I do not consent." I had said in anger, leaving both of them in the parlor. That was the last time Dad brought someone home. I never saw him with anyone outside the home, either. And although he was always smiling, there was always a hint of loneliness in his eyes. But I never gave it much thought. I always thought we had each other and didn't need a third party. Now that I was far away from him, I could only wonder what amount of loneliness Dad would have to face.