The Alpha's a b***h

The Alpha's a b***h, Book One, Chapter 2

The Alpha's a b***h, Book One, Chapter 2

“ARE YOU OKAY?” SHE asked the man.

He didn't respond. His shoulder length dark hair partially covered his eyes which were obviously closed. So she ran back to her truck, turned on her flasher lights and grabbed a blanket and a first aid kit. Then she rushed back and climbed down the side of the ditch to help him. She dropped to her knees beside him, covered him with a blanket and checked his pulse – low but strong.

She began to clean his wounds. She bandaged the ones that needed the most help first. As soon as she felt his skin she realized just how dehydrated he was. He still couldn't open his eyes, and seemed very, very weak. She knew if she left him long enough to go for help, he might not make it.

Her cell was about out of juice and she needed to charge it so that was no help to her now since she had left her charger at home by mistake. So Stephanie decided that it would be best to take him with her to her house and call for an ambulance from there. She kept a compact stretcher in her truck just in case she ran into a situation similar to this one. So using it, and her training, she was able to hoist him up out of the ditch and into the passenger seat of her truck where she carefully buckled him in.

She drove very carefully to her house and took him inside and laid him on her living room couch. He never once gained full consciousness. Once they were both inside, she took a second to put her cell on to charge so she could make a call in a few minutes and then she rushed back to the injured man. She meticulously dressed the rest of his wounds and washed the man up with a cloth and some water. As she removed the old bandages and began to apply the new ones, she noticed that what earlier looked like cuts, were really more like deep gashes and claw marks. The man was barely breathing.

“Sir? Sir, can you hear me?” she asked gently.

He still didn't respond. Not really. Stephanie brushed his dark hair away from his handsome yet scarred face and touched his cheek lightly. He turned just a little toward her fingertips. He seemed so vulnerable, so injured, but at least she now knew that it wasn't her vehicle that had caused all these terrible wounds.

She left him for a few moments and fixed him some broth, knowing that he needed some fluids. As soon as it was heated she put some in a water bottle and headed back to the unconscious man. Gingerly she began to bottle feed him the warm broth, a little at a time.

“You just rest,” she murmured to him. “Everything's going to be fine. Just drink some of this, and you'll start to feel better.”

She was surprised when he began to hungrily swallow the soup, as well as a few mouthfuls of water. As she continued to feed him, she thought about what it would be like for him in the hospital. He really only had superficial wounds, only a few stitches would be needed really. As long as he could breathe and eat, he was stable. If she called an ambulance he would be swept up in the medical system, and she knew she wouldn't be able to guarantee his well-being.

She wouldn't even be able to see him, since they weren't family, despite the fact that she found him and was helping him now. So she decided to put off calling an ambulance, and take care of him herself as long as he was doing well. Or at least until he woke up and could tell her a little bit more about his situation. And that is exactly what she did. Over the next day, she took care of him and made sure his wounds were treated, that he got rest, that he was clean, and that he ate something.

On the second night, Stephanie was suddenly awakened by a loud crash coming from the kitchen. She jumped up out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find her new patient, naked again and standing over a mess of various kinds of food in front of the fridge. He was chewing on handfuls of food, grunting and quickly gulping them down as fast as he could. He resembled a wild dog in the way he was eating. But as soon as he heard her step into the kitchen, he froze. Then he glanced over at her guiltily.

“Thank you,” he said swiftly as he dropped the food now in his hands directly into the messy pile already on the floor in front of him. He reminded her of a dog caught in the act of stealing food. It was almost comical.

He turned to face her and Stephanie noticed just how sharp and quick his movements were. He seemed awfully spry for a man who had been barely breathing the day before. But he was still buck naked.

“For everything...” he added as he looked down at the bandages on his arms. When he looked back up at her, she noticed that his eyes were a startling shade of blue, so light in fact, that they were almost white.

“You're welcome,” she said shyly, lowering her eyes. She motioned for him to stand still as she went and retrieved a sheet from the couch. She handed it to him when she re-entered the kitchen, trying not to make him feel too uncomfortable standing there in his birthday suit.

“Here is a sheet to wrap around you... are you still hungry? Come over here... have a seat and let me make you something to eat,” she murmured as she slowly moved past him since he had not yet wrapped himself in the sheet.

She cooked him a steak she just happened to have in the freezer, knowing that with his blood loss it would help him regain his strength. She also knew it would take a bit to defrost so she put it in the microwave, set it to defrost and used the rest of that time to clean up the mess in front of the fridge. The wounded visitor just sat at the kitchen table watching her every move, a thin sheet now covering his privates.

As soon as the defrosting and cleaning were done she went to work cooking the huge T-bone. Normally a steak like that would last her 3 or 4 meals – she figured maybe half that many for him. Who knows... the way he demolished the food she already on hand, he might just eat the whole thing.

But when he smelled the meat cooking, he sighed in anticipation just like a dog might do, waiting eagerly for a treat. She could imagine him wagging an imaginary tail almost. That's really cute, she thought to herself watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Once done she brought him the plate of steak and handed him a few rolls and a glass of sweet tea. He looked up to smile at her as she handed him the food. She did her best to avoid looking directly at him. She was so used to being lonely, she wasn't sure just how to talk to this new stranger in her home.

“Let me look at these while you eat,” she offered and began to check the bandages on his body, while he ate his food.

As she peeled back the bandages one by one, she began to discover that the wounds that were so deep not long before, were now almost completely healed. Stephanie bit into her bottom lip, keeping this discovery to herself, but she wondered what could be different about this strange man, that could make him heal so fast.