Forget Me, My Alpha

Chapter Three

While lying on my bed, I started humming a familiar tune.

A peculiarly soothing tune that made me strangely relaxed. As far as I remember, I never knew where I heard or know about it.

It just comes to me now and then.

I let my body lie under the glimmer of a full moon, as I listened to the sounds of the wilderness and the howls of my fellow werewolves.

“Farah?"

“Farah?" He called again.

When I moved my head to see the intruder, I jolted right up from the bed.

“Z-Zeke?" He caught me by surprise.

He was wearing a dark brown tank top and long, loose grey pants. It looked like he had just finished the shower because his jet-black hair was still dripping wet.

This was the first time that he went his way to see me this late. He always has plans for the evening.

I swallowed when he slowly walked towards me to close the distance.

When he stood in front of me, his left callous palm brushes the lower side of my jaw and then move down to my neck.

I flinched from the sudden pain.

My wound hadn't healed yet and it was the same wound I've gotten from the other night.

This is one of the things I hated, looking pathetic in front of Zeke. A wimp who can't even heal faster than a normal werewolf should be.

His blank stare turned into a face of concern when he spotted a tear that had escaped from my eye. “Sorry, Did I hurt you?"

“N-No. I was just thinking of something." I grabbed my small-sized towel on my nightstand and wiped my face.

“D-Do you need something?" I stuttered.

He puts his hand on his hips.

“I was just checking up on you since we haven't seen each other the whole day."

Thinking about their disappearance before, I gather the courage to ask him.

“Zeke," I spoke at the same time I breathed the air out of my lungs

“Hm?"

“I-I know that I should stop asking questions about what you were doing or where you've been, but I wanted to know if something is happening between you and the others. Is there any problem or are you in danger of something—" I paused.

“I-I just don't want you to get hurt, Zeke."

I waited for any sort of reply from him but there were none.

Instead, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down so we were both seated at the edge of the bed.

“Stay." Zeke ordered before leaving the room.

Where else would I go in the middle of the night? I laughed a little.

When Zeke came back, he was carrying a small first aid kit. He placed it on top of the bedside table and got some cotton, alcohol, and then a bandage to patch me up.

Every time I was hurt, he would come running and help me. He was always there when I needed him.

I flinched every time I felt his finger brushed against the back of my neck.

It is the one part of my body that I am sensitive to especially if he's a person whose already grasped my heart and can easily stir my insides just from his touch.

My eyes have begun to wander at his face, carving in my mind every nook and curve of his features from his forehead down to his jawline.

His formed beard sent me tingles every time he permitted me to feel it. His lips were sculpted in perfect shape pulling me into some sort of trance the moment I laid my eyes on it.

Finally, I met his dark-brown eyes that seemed to see through me, showing even my vulnerability.

There is no doubt, that I do love this man

“I love you.."

I suddenly jolted as I heard those words escape from my mouth.

I avoided his gaze right away and directly looked down from embarrassment.

Did I just say that? Ugh, stupid. Stupid.

While I was beating up my mind because of it, without warning he pulled me into his arms and placed his head on my shoulders.

It was not like any other hugs I was used to.

It was something that I had been wanting for so long.

Every breath he took was counted in minutes which made me feel like my heart was gonna go right out of my chest.

“Me too."

His words made my heart tremble with joy. I was unable to respond rather I just let my head rest on his chest, crying nonstop.

At some point, I persistently kept reminding myself to be content with being his Luna but I was wrong and I am glad that I was.

It was then that he pulled me away and tilted his head, leaning closer to my face.

He was going to kiss me.

I've let his touch guide me as I gradually close my eyes.

He moves closer...

And, closer...

“Omphh!" I squeezed my chest tightly, feeling a hard blow inside.

It felt like something heavy just smacked right at it. It was excruciating that I immediately slumped straight on the floor.

“It hurts!" I cried.

“What happened?! Farah??" He called out, pulling me closer to him.

Little by little, my vision started to fail me and Zeke's troubled voice was the last thing I heard and then I blacked out.