Saving the Alpha

A Part of The Procedure...

I don’t know what had gotten into me.

In one moment, I was talking with some strangers on the phone, and in the next moment, I was sitting beside that very stranger. I didn’t even know why I agreed to meet them. Well, he might not be just a stranger, because he was that werewolf man that I saved just a few hours ago when the sun wasn't even up.

“What do you want?”

I urged, my headache got worse by the minute.

His eyebrows creased as he shot me a quick look, before returning to staring at the empty sidewalk. It was already nine in the morning and the sidewalk is empty? Hah, of course they would. Not everyone wanted to ruin their morning by stumbling upon a group of scary looking people hanging out in the park located just beside the road.

It took him a couple of minutes before he uttered his first words.

“My name is Viktor Froststriker.”

His out of the blue introduction won a judging look from me.

I didn’t need to hear that didn’t I?

“...Why are you introducing yourself to me now?”

His fingers tapped on his crossed legs, as if thinking.

“As a matter of procedure... I guess?”

His tone was innocent and hesitant as if he himself didn't know what he's talking about.

However, be it hesitant or not lingering in his voice, it was unfair how he got that appealing deep voice going on for him. As for me, if not raspy, my voice sounded like a teenager that just hit puberty.

“What do you mean by that?”

I returned back to the topic.

“Ah, yes.”

His tapping stopped.

“I want to request something from you. Think you can help me?”

Absolutely, NOT.

Was what I wanted to say but the stares of all the other members beside him was killing me inside. My head throbbed, this time even stronger than before.

“...Alright, if it is within my capabilities.”

I massaged my temple.

He smiled.

“Fantastic.”

Then he motioned towards the others and two of them left the formation. I didn’t inform this earlier but they were guarding me and this Viktor guy in a circular formation, two at the side and four at the back. The front of me and him was empty.

The two from the four on the back disappeared somewhere, before they returned while driving two cars. My eyes widened as it paced between Viktor and the car.

“W-Where do you want to bring me?”

I said frantically.

“For now, follow me. I will explain it to you after we reached the destination.”

I don't know how he managed to snake one of his hands to my back, but the force he exerted to his arms rendered me to helplessly get dragged into the car. Please don't do anything bad to me.

***

We drove until we reached a place, which was a huge looking mansion. After getting out, Viktor opened the car door for me and told me to enter the mansion first.

“Wait for me in the main room...”

He glanced towards the door.

“...Edward will the show you the way.”

On the front door, there was an old looking butler. Well, he's old, yet he's mysteriously charming--having a pair of dirty grey eyes behind those calming droopy eyelids, a clean cut moustache which partially showed his thin lips forming a subtle smile--everything about him is peaceful to look at. He bowed at me before politely motioning me to enter the mansion.

“Please come in.”

He said and lead me towards the said room.

Viktor appeared after being gone for a few minutes. In his hand there was a knife.

“Alright, this is just an experiment.” He stepped closer to me who was asked to sit on the bed. 

  He glanced at me first as if studying my expression before suddenly pressing the palm of his his other hand onto the sharp edge of the blade until it bleed.

“Wha-? What are you doing?!”

My eyes widened in terror, as I felt myself stagger to get up to tend him. I hold myself before I could do so. 

“Okay...”

He showed me his wounded palm--the injury stretched from the one end of the palm to another and blood was dripping endlessly from it.

“Do you want to help me heal this wound?”

Of course I DON’T want to, because he hurt himself. But as someone who swore the Hippocratic Oath, there is no way I could ignore an injured person, be it their own fault or not.

“...I do...”

The words slowly crawled out from my mouth. 

Okay, he brought me to this unknown place, and now he wanted me to heal him?

What in the world?!

“Then...”

 He suddenly took off his long jacket with his uninjured hand.

“Take off your clothes.”

The frown on my face immediately twisted into a shock.

Did I heard them wrong?

“For what?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he pushed me down onto the king sized bed behind me and began peeling off my clothes by himself.

I was baffled for a second by the sudden turn of events but quickly picked up myself before grabbing his wrist when he almost took off my coat.

“Wait! What is all this about?” I glared at him.

Unbeknownst to me, I noticed his eyes glinted as their focus shifted to me. 

“This is included in the procedure...”

He gazed at me for a few moments before leaning closer to me while pulling down my coat.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just stay still, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

My glare turned into a reluctant gaze. After what had happened before--the incident in the clinic--his words were hard to believe. Even so, I shifted my head to the side and stayed still.

“...Be quick.”

***

“Ngh!”

I sucked a groan and fastened the grip on the pillow when his nose poked my nape. Just like last night, he was sniffing me, mainly around my neck, shoulders and until the upper margin of my chest where my beauty bone is. The only difference was his uninjured hand were caressing my back while his wounded hand rested beside my face, staining the pillow which I rested my head on with his blood..

My back unwittingly arched when his hand moved up to my upper back, instantly sending shivers down my spine which rendered me unable to think. A gasp escaped my mouth when he breathed on my nape, tickling my skin.

He kept his promise in not doing anything beyond just sniffing and touching allowed places, but is cornering still not an extreme action? I peeked down to our touching parts that was covered by only our trousers. Our bodies were so close it felt so hot. My throbbing head felt woozy from the heat and my legs just gave up on his waist.

I flinched again when he pecked the area below my ears.

“Mister Froststriker...”

I mindlessly hushed with an uneven tone. I kinda wondered why it was like that.

He froze for a second and retracted back a bit to look at me. I don’t know what face he made when he did that, because I was facing to the side while I grabbed the wrist of his wounded hand, trying to hide my face that I feel wet from the forming tears. In the meantime, I also tried to stabilize my rugged breath.

Suddenly I heard him chuckle.

“If you become like this just from our bodies touching, what would happen if we proceed further?”

He slowly pulled his hand that was on my side and glanced at it. Then, his eyebrows rose slightly. I was too drained to see his next reaction, and my headache overpowered me.

So in that moment, I fell unconscious.

***

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how comfortable the bed was compared to the ones back home. I am not that poor to not afford a bed, but if you literally live in the clinic, who needs a bed? But oh, how comforting. Maybe I should buy a new, high quality bed like this one. I stretched and groaned, enjoying the soft texture of the cotton mixed with polyester and latex. After a few rolls and several stretches, it finally struck me, the scene of me talking with someone on a bench in a park. But was that a dream?

            This is definitely reality when I abruptly sat up, and soon regretted that decision when I find my head throbbing like hell, as if I just hit my head onto something that rings my eardrums. The consequences of the sudden movement, I instinctively pressed my forehead and groaned in pain.

“Are you alright?”

His presence added more of the prove that I am indeed, far away from home. A firm figure of Viktor, clad in only his black bathrobe. He paced to me with a worried expression, before sitting on the bedside with a perceivable Fwump sound. Then, with a smooth movement, he sifted through my complexion, carefully checking whether I am okay or not.

My heart skipped a beat for his sudden, scrupulousness and remembered the sensation that I have last night when he's ravishing me. Or more like, my upper body. I shuddered and unintentionally swatted his hand away in embarrassment.

Trembling, because the surge of the memories invaded my mind as it flashed clear images of what he did to me last night, I don’t know why I felt so submissive in front of him. I scowled at him, trying to show a bit of strength.

“What have you done to me?”

He was baffled for a few moments, rejected by my acts of pushing him away. Although in the next few moments, he paced himself, in his eyes sprouted an understanding of my situation; my worries and my fear. He withdrew his hand and placed it on his lap.

“I didn’t do anything.”

He said.

I checked my body to see whether he was being honest or not. Bruises? No. Scratch marks? No. Pain on the lower back? Absolutely not. However, my eyes opened slightly in surprise when I saw my clothes completely changed, and glanced at him in horror.

“I-I really did nothing to you. There were blood smears from earlier, so I told the butler to help me change your clothes.”

Butler. So he was aware of his grazed behavior that he needed to have servants to attend me. Pretty meticulous if I may say.

I switched my glance to the glass window behind his silhouette. The outside has really gotten dark. Nothing could be seen anymore because of the darkness.

I massaged my forehead when I felt my headache came again.

And once more, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself, when he freely rubbed the side of my head, anxious for me.

“Do you want some medicine? Or can I get you anything?”

Yes. I want an experienced chauffeur to bring me back home please.

“....I need some water.”

He gently withdrew his hand from the side of my head, leaving me with an unexplainable coldness.

He stood up and went to a table not far from the bed, and poured me a glass of water. Bringing it back, he witnessed me drinking the whole glass until its last drop. My body felt refreshed by the cold water, yet the hot, throbbing sensation on my head still cease to disappear.

I let out a quiet grunt.

I shouldn’t be wasting my time here. Since the morning, I ought to take a brief break before coming back to work, but my muddled mind left me grappling in pain, unable to feel at ease.

“...You should rest more.”

He carefully wrapped his forearms around my shoulder, transmitting my weight onto it as he gave me a light push onto the bed. He seemed very cautious in handling me, and in his big, shining lunar eyes, he looks sincere, almost too blinding for me to see.

Our tranquil moments lasted for as far as I can remember, lying on the comfortable bed while having a capable man as your caretaker, I involuntarily thought that this is my reward for working hard for all these years.

Yet, as people always said, tranquility doesn’t last forever. That was proven when the door was knocked violently, as if the perpetrator will die if they didn’t bang the door.

I frowned when the banging sound corrupted my ears, coursing to every fibers of my synapses and added another dose of pain to my headache. Viktor growled in anger to the door.

Then, as if sensing the monstrous aura emitting from the enraged Viktor, the banging stopped.

 “Master.”

It was replaced with a female voice. If that soothing voice was the one who knocked the door like crazy, I wouldn’t dare to think of her true manual strength.

 “There was an emergency.”

She added.

Viktor stopped growling, yet the crease on his brow didn’t lessen any further.

 “What is it?”

“Our members got injured again.”

His crease twitched. 

"The doctor?"

"Not available at the moment, sir."

I could see his gritting teeth from where I was lying as he rubbed his upper forehead, near his hairline.

“I will come soon. Give me a minute.”

He got up from the bed and went to the wardrobe that was placed in alignment with the bed. In case you still didn’t know, this is his bedroom. He switched over his sexy bathrobe that exposed his firm chest into a black t-shirt that reflected his youth, and his muscles. Looking at him like that, I was wondering whether he was younger than me, that outfit suits him.

Viktor was about to leave, probably checking the wounded person that the female reported just now. I don’t know how werewolves tended their pack, but I was inclined to see it.

“...Viktor...”

I whispered as quiet as I could. Although curious, I was also anxious to go near him especially in his bad mood. Surprising enough, he stopped just at the moment I breathed the end of his name.

“...What is it?”

If he had a tail, his tail would be wagging enthusiastically while getting euphoric when his name was called. He twitched his face in attempt to hide his expression.

Meanwhile, I was astounded by his sense of hearing. His hearing is impeccable, after all, he is a genuine werewolf.

“Can I follow you?”

I subtly whispered again. Now thinking back about the possibilities, are there chances where the female behind the door also heard him. If she did then I need to be mindful of my words.

His face changed into a somewhat disagreeing look. He hesitated to allow me, but he got no reason to refuse. Or more like, he didn’t want to be hated.

I clutched the blanket that he covered me with. Caught by the sudden surge of emotions, I suddenly felt moved when he got worried of me. I might be sick, because I was dependable to him as of now.

He hesitated for quite awhile, before he breathed a yes. Walking back towards the bed, he helped me get up, literally supporting my weight in his strong arms as we walked together towards the door. My headache hasn’t gotten any better, but at least I am in safe hands.