Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by Destiny

Chapter 5

Maliyla's POV

I could feel the rogue's teeth digging deeper into my side. Its growling filled the air as it bit deeper into my flesh.

"Please help me! I don't want to die!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

As the rogue licked its lips and lunged at my face, I caught a glimpse of its red eyes.

My eyes flew open, and I sat straight up in bed, tears filling them.

It was only a dream, I thought to myself.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a tall, dark figure rushed into the room, revealing the silhouette of a man. The tiny amount of light filtering through the sheer curtains drew my eyes to his abs. He wore only a pair of black sweatpants—or at least, I assumed they were black.

He moved quickly, crossing the room in an instant. His face was hidden in the shadows, but I could feel his intense gaze. My heart raced, and my body trembled as he stepped closer. My breathing became labored as I anticipated what would happen next.

His voice was deep yet soothing as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Unable to formulate a coherent response, I nodded.

The man stood just a few feet away. I watched as he tilted his head before speaking.

"It was just a dream. Try not to move too much; you'll tear your stitches," he said before turning to leave.

Since I had no idea where I was or who he was, I called out after him.

"Where... where am I?"

Pausing for a moment, he replied, "You're safe. You were attacked. We can discuss the details later. For now, just rest."

With that, he exited the room.

I lay in bed, my head spinning with questions and confusion. Although I was relieved to be safe, I had no idea what had happened. Ultimately, I had no choice but to trust the unknown man and rest as he had instructed.

The sound of curtains being opened woke me from my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes to see a short woman hurrying around the room.

Raising my head from the pillow, I noticed she had stopped in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to wake you," the woman said, curtsying slightly.

She introduced herself as Jeanie, the housemaid. Jeanie apologized for entering the room without knocking but explained that she had been instructed to open the curtains and let in some light for me.

As Jeanie walked out, another woman wearing a white lab coat entered the room. She was an older woman, about five feet two inches tall, with brownish hair. A pair of cat-eye glasses concealed her honey-brown eyes.

She smiled and said, "Good morning. I'm Doctor Neal. I'm here to check on you and make sure you're feeling better."

With a small nod, I sat up, wincing at the pain.

Doctor Neal looked at me with concern.

"How are you feeling, aside from the pain?" she asked, walking toward the bedside and helping me adjust the pillows.

I shifted on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position.

"I'm okay," I answered, my voice raspy from the pain and having just woken up. "It feels like I was run over by a truck."

Doctor Neal smiled sympathetically.

"I know it hurts, but I'm here to help you through it," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure me that she was there to help.

After taking my vitals, she checked the bite wounds and their stitches, which had already begun to heal.

At least I'll be able to get out of here soon, I thought.

As she changed the wound dressings, it occurred to me that I still had no idea where I was.

Looking up at her, I asked, "Where am I?"

A curious look crossed Doctor Neal's face before she replied, "You're in the Crystal Blood Pack. You were brought here after you were attacked."

She paused momentarily before adding, "You're lucky to be alive."

Although I felt relieved, I was still uneasy about the situation. I watched Doctor Neal as she focused on my thigh and finished dressing the wound.

"How long have I been here?" I asked quietly, wondering if she would tell me.

Doctor Neal looked up at me with a kind, concerned expression.

"You were brought here two days ago. But don't worry, you're safe here."

She smiled reassuringly.

"Rest now, and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

After packing up her medical bag, Doctor Neal walked out. The door closed behind her, leaving me alone in the room.

As I sat on the bed, I glanced around the luxurious bedroom. The large bed and heavy velvet curtains gave the impression that the room was expensively decorated. The walls were painted a deep navy blue, and a beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling.

I wondered who might have stayed in this room before me.

Suddenly, the man from the previous night appeared in the bedroom doorway.

Despite his formal attire, he looked effortlessly handsome. His hair was freshly combed, and his light blue eyes were mysterious and alluring. He had a pronounced jawline, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his tattooed arms. His black slacks looked freshly ironed, with sharp creases.

The scent of neroli and green tangerine filled the room as he stepped closer to the bed.

"Good morning, my dear," he said in a deep voice, never taking his eyes off mine.

As he stepped closer, shivers ran through me. The nearer he got, the faster my pulse raced. I knew I should be afraid, but for some reason, I was strangely drawn to him.

He seemed to sense this and smiled ever so slightly.

"So, what's your name, Bella?" he asked, a slight grin on his face.

My heart raced as I replied, "My name is Maliyla."

He nodded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Maliyla. I am Hector, Alpha of the Crystal Blood Pack.”