Alpha Orion

NINE

Rey visibly recoiled at his statement, subconsciously gripping her broken wrist to her chest, and he chuckled darkly before plopping down on his seat.

He enjoyed toying with her far too much for his own good, but what could he do? It gets boring at some point being alive for as long as he has. She was the best source of entertainment he didn't know he needed until he met her.

"You're looking at me like I'm a monster. Don't be ridiculous; monsters aren't nearly as charming as I am." He grinned, flashing his elongated canines like this was just another game, which it was for him, but she didn't find it funny.

At all.

She was scared shitless being alone with that monster, but inasmuch as she tried to hide her thundering heart, she was acutely aware that he could smell her fear.

She threw a quick glance at the door behind her, her instincts urging her to flee before he did something to her.

A few more steps and she could run from here before he decided to hurt her for his sick pleasure, she thought, but she knew as well as anyone that before she could make a run for the door, he'd beat her to it.

She didn't even want to think about what he would do to her then. She had to think rationally before doing anything; she had to remember that even the littlest of mistakes on her part would end up biting her back in the ass in the form of hurting Beau.

She couldn't afford to let that happen to her sweet little brother.

He had his head tilted at an angle as he watched her; she was like an open book, and he could deduce exactly what she was thinking just from looking at her.

A sadistic part of him wanted her to run just so he could have a reason to teach her another lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry.

He heard Dr Miller's footsteps before the rasp of a knock on the door echoed through his office. He cleared his throat, leaning back against the headrest of his chair before inviting him in, his intense gaze still trained on her tensed figure.

Rey watched slowly as the doorknob turned and a man walked in. He was tall, which is a common characteristic of a Lycan, but what surprised her was his lanky figure.

It was the first time she'd ever met a Lycan male that wasn't bulky or muscular.

His wide, pale blue eyes darted to hers for a brief moment before falling on the Alpha's desk, never daring to meet his gaze.

"Alpha," he bowed quickly in greeting, his blond locks falling to his forehead from his quick movement, "You called for me," he added, straightening up, his eyes still glued to the end of the Alpha's desk.

"Yes... Miller," he started in that eerily calm tone that did nothing to soothe her racing pulse, his head tilted to an angle as he dragged his to Miller, who had his hands slack on either side of him.

"She's desperately in need of medical attention," he drawls, and her face turned red from anger.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing him out for putting her in that situation.

"See to it that you patch her up nicely; Raina will be there to collect her afterwards," he said in a dismissive tone, already turning to focus on the paperwork that is strewn across his desk.

"Yes, Alpha." Dr Miller bow quickly, but Orion barely acknowledged him before he turned to the human standing a few feet from him.

He held back a grimace at the sight of her wrist that she'd been clutching to her chest and instead offered a kind smile. He had an inkling as to who might be responsible for that.

"Please come with me," he said in a cool neutral tone, and she raised her gaze to his, blinking in surprise at his tone.

Rey was used to the gruff and degrading tone directed at her in her short time in captivity, but not the kind and gentle tone that she was sure was all an act to get her to let her guard down. A beast acting kind with her wouldn't fool her.

She balled her fist by her side and gave a slow nod, turning to walk towards the door, a part of her grateful she wouldn't be in his presence any longer than necessary.

He beat her to the door and twisted the handle, pulling the door open and giving her room to step out first. She did so without another word, following behind him quietly as he walked ahead of her, his pace intentionally slower so she could keep up with him.

Rey's eyes scan the hallway they were in, her bare feet walking across a soft maroon carpet that stretched as far as her eyes could touch. There were heavy drapes over arched windows, blocking out most of the natural light and blanketing the hallway in a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

How fitting, she thought grimly. The decor was exactly like its owner: dark, gloomy and not to mention downright psychotic.

He took a detour at the end of the hallway towards a set of imposing double doors, the dark wood blending seamlessly with the arched doorway.

"We're here," he said in that cool voice that made her uncomfortable and reached for the handles and pushed the doors open.

He walked in first, leaving her to trail behind him, and once she stepped in, it was like she'd been teleported into some sort of a hospital, one she hadn't been in for a little over a decade.

The walls were a blinding, sterile white, with an abundance of natural light coming in through the open arched windows to the left of her.

There were female lycans in a little nurse outfit milling around, not even sparing her a glance.

The make shift hospital was everything a hospital looked like from her memory, with a computer sitting on a counter in the lobby. She realized it was the first time in years she was seeing a computer.

"This way," Miller's voice drew her attention as she quickly realized she was falling behind. She quickened her pace, following behind before he stopped in front of a door.

He unlocked the door and stepped in first, holding the door open for her. She walked in, her weary gaze flitting about the room in silent apprehension.

"I have to get an X-ray done to see the extent of your...uhm, injury," he explained, dragging a wheeled chair over to the side of the makeshift bed that has an X-ray machine hanging overhead.

She complied by taking slow steps towards the chair and plopping down gently on it, her back pin straight and her body rigid.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself properly; I'm Miller, the pack doctor," he said, his blue eyes glancing down at her briefly before focusing back on the machine he'd been fiddling with to get it started.

When Rey didn't respond, he doesn't take offence like she half expected him to, instead, he shoots her a smile. "Don't be scared; I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly as though he were speaking to a child, and she frowned deeply at that, knowing damn well it was all just an act; he was a beast after all.

"What's your name?" he asked instead of allowing the awkward silence to reign.

She debated answering his question for a full minute and decided it wasn't going to hurt if she did.

"Rey," she responded in a breathless whisper, and he grins, his bright eyes lighting up like the Christmas lights from her childhood.

"Right, please place your hand right here," he urged, pointing to the raised part of the bed before her, and she complied, slowly placing her aching wrist down on the soft surface.

"My mother was human just like you," he murmured out of the blue, and her eyes flickers up to him, but he's still focused on the machine before him.

"Some lycans think I am an abomination because a human and Lycan pairing is almost unheard of, so they think humans taint the Lycan pure bloodline, which is why, in a way, I understand your situation," he murmured in that quiet tone of his, but his words only served to piss Rey off as her eyes snapped up to him.

"You understand nothing of my pain or any human's, for that matter," she said through clenched teeth, her eyes blazing with fury at his blatant audacity.

He doesn't know what it feels like to be hunted like an animal, beaten, and killed by a race of people who considered themselves superior, and the thought of that made her blind with rage.

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I'm not trying to downplay what you've been through; you're right, I'll never understand what it means to be human in these times," he stuttered out an apology quickly, but the pain in her brown eyes was proof enough of the horror she has faced, something he would never understand, nor can he take back.

She doesn't answer, looking away from him. He sighed, finishing up in silence thereafter and showing her out to the examination room where he began working to redress the gash on her thigh.

When he saw her X-ray results, he was horrified at the extent of her fracture stemming from the fact that it wasn't tended to quickly. He didn't need to ask how she got her injuries, knowing how the lycans treated humans.

He was only grateful that she came to him in time or it could've been worse.

It was silent as he worked on applying a cast over her wrist, his attention glued to the work at hand.

"It's advisable you avoid moving your wrist excessively for the time being, and I'll also prescribe some painkillers to help ease the pain," he said slowly, and she nods, but doesn't meet his eyes.

"You have to come in from time to time though to make sure everything is healing up nicely," he added with a smile which quickly fell when she didn't return it causing him to he clear his throat awkwardly.

"That'll be all," he added with a resigned sigh, making to rise from his seated position before his eyes snagged on a prominent bruise at the juncture between her neck and shoulder where her hair mostly concealed it.

"Can I apply ointment to the bruise on your neck?" he asked, and she blinked in surprise before slowly nodding. He turned away for a second to retrieve the ointment, and she pushed her hair out of the way just as he turned back to face her.

He froze at the sight of the mark on her neck, red and most definitely fresh.

"W—who did that to you?" he managed to ask through the haze of shock, his eyes flashing up to meet hers that are clouded in confusion at his reaction but quickly turned into a deep frown.

"The Alpha," she replied hesitantly, and Miller's blood ran cold.