I Dare You... Reject Me!

Chapter5

Perspective of Emily Rose.

Brion abruptly ended the call before his Beta could respond. The corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile, a sight that stirred my curiosity and irritation.

"What's so amusing?" I demanded, my temper flaring. His conversation had done nothing to lighten my mood. He had just bid his brother farewell and instructed him to persist with his duties.

"Nothing," he replied with a smug grin, before lying back down.

"I need to understand something." I positioned myself in the chair adjacent to his head, my gaze filled with a desperate hope.

"What might that be?" His look suggested he thought I was losing my mind.

"Silver poisoning," I responded hastily. Despite his evident fatigue and desire to sleep, I was compelled to seek answers. Anything that might lead me to a cure.

He stifled a yawn before uttering, "It's over." He didn't even bother to glance my way, which only served to fuel my anger.

"Enough!" I shouted, my patience wearing thin. "Let's head to the garden now."

"That place could be the end of you!"

Ignoring his warning, I rose from the chair and briskly moved towards the back of the cabin, glancing over my shoulder to ensure he was following. As I swung open the wooden door, his muttered words reached my ears.

"As you wish, my queen," he said, struggling to sit up. The sight of his slow, laborious movements tugged at my heartstrings. Initially, he found it difficult to rise due to the weakness in his legs. He teetered on the brink of collapsing back onto the couch, spending precious moments regaining his balance before managing to shuffle towards me.

"You're actually going! You're too reckless to comprehend!" My voice trembled with emotion, tears welling up in my eyes. He merely stood there, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face. My anger surged, threatening to spill over in a torrent of tears.

"You arrogant fool! You think this is amusing?" I shouted, rushing towards him and landing a punch on his shoulder. The impact jarred my hand, but I didn't let it deter me.

"Why don't you just end it all? Why wait for the inevitable?" I continued, my hand smacking against his bicep in frustration.

He remained silent, the smile finally fading from his face, replaced by a look of sorrow.

"Answer me!" My voice echoed through the cabin, my temper flaring uncontrollably.

After a moment of silence, he placed his hands on my trembling shoulders. I was gasping for breath, on the verge of tears. His hands moved from my shoulders to my neck, then cupped my cheeks.

Slowly, he closed the distance between us. I had no clue what he was about to do until his lips met mine. The kiss began gently, and he continued when I didn't resist. His tongue sought entry into my mouth, which I granted without hesitation. He explored my mouth expertly, taking control.

I had never experienced a kiss like that in my life. My knees felt weak, my head spun, and goosebumps erupted on my arms. My core tightened, and my skin tingled with desire. It was the best kiss ever.

His next action surprised me. He seemed stronger than I had thought because he managed to take a step. He reluctantly pulled away from me and gazed at me with love-filled eyes as I gasped for air.

Running his fingers through my hair, he whispered, "You're so beautiful."

"The painkillers and antibiotics are messing with your head," I retorted, distancing myself from him.

"Are you still angry?" He chuckled.

I raised an eyebrow and placed my hands on my hips. "It works most of the time, right?"

Despite having just kissed me, he merely smirked and walked towards the door!

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the garden, Beautiful. I need some fresh air," he replied softly. I marched over to the door and stood beside it.

"You're not going anywhere. You need to rest!" I commanded firmly. It pained him to place his hand on his chest, but he sighed and complied.

"Please, my wolf needs the outdoors." His soft plea and the look in his eyes quickly dissipated my anger.

In the garden, we settled on an old bench. He was shirtless, wearing only my brother's old shorts. He looked like a supermodel, his olive skin and perfectly toned muscles glistening in the moonlight.

"Are you in pain now?" I asked softly, fear for him evident in my voice. He smiled and turned his gaze from the moon to me.

"I can handle it." His smile widened. "The kiss helped."

I frowned at him. "What?"

He simply winked at me and continued gazing at the stars.

"By the way, what's your name?" He changed the subject, deepening my frown.

"Are you interested now?"

He looked at me, amusement twinkling in his narrowed eyes.

"No, it's not that. But you've been here for almost ten hours."

"Why bring this up now?"

He laughed, and it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

He smiled and said, "Because for the first time since I arrived, you're just sitting there, not bustling around with drugs and syringes."

His words made me chuckle. He had a point. I had been working tirelessly to ensure his comfort. But for some unknown reason, I knew it was all in vain, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I spoke softly, "Emily. My name is Dr. Emily Rose Brook."

We reached an agreement. He guided me on how to navigate the supernatural internet, and now he desired to rest his head on my lap. He confessed that my touch eased his pain. I didn't resist, primarily because I yearned to aid his recovery.

As I busied myself searching for something, he drifted off to sleep on the couch we were seated on. After two hours, a throbbing headache, and sore thighs, I discovered a doctor specializing in werewolf physiology. He had devoted his career to studying the blood of supernatural beings.

I wasn't thrilled about discussing Brion's condition with a stranger, but I was left with no choice. The situation had escalated beyond my control, and I desperately needed assistance from someone familiar with my enigmatic patient's condition, if there were any options left.

Regardless of the early hour, I knew swift action was critical. I gently lifted Brion's head off my lap and headed to the kitchen to make a call. After a few rings, the doctor answered.

"Doctor Mawllod, how can I assist you?" He greeted me with a smile, leaving me uncertain about his demeanor.

"Good morning, Doctor Mawllod. This is Dr. Brook. I need a few minutes of your time," I stated confidently.

"Hello, Doctor. How can I be of service?" He seemed genuinely interested.

Bracing myself for the conversation, I took a deep breath. How would another doctor react if I broached the topic of werewolves? It was a conversation I'd never had before. Even if he was an expert, he might not be aware of shifters.

I began, "I came across your research on vampires on the internet." I paused for a moment, but he didn't respond. "Could you perhaps enlighten me about werewolves and excessive silver?"

He fell silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. My heart sank when he finally spoke, confirming my worst fears.

"Dear one, it's too late. It's beyond healing," he said softly.