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Chapter 8

--Isabella—

The doctor has a confident and assuring aura around her. She made me feel at peace. The pain is becoming unbearable though. The burning is increasing with every passing time and the blood is still oozing from the area. It is looks so nasty!!

My peace is however punctured by the presence of the muscular skyscraper whose eyes are pitch black and the jaw ticking. Why do people here put contacts sometimes?  The i***t is pacing the hall with hawk eyes on my wound. I am sure ,by now, that the future King is suffering from some bipolar disorder. It would be a lie however if I say that I am not comforted by his presence. He seems to bring calm in my mind, his presence promises me support and protection. I do not depend on anyone; I have learnt not to. But I have always missed the security and warmth a family brings you. He seems to bring that; this castle seems to bring it and the thought agitates me. I am no one here and he does not even want me. I have felt how expectation brings nothing but hurt; my aunt taught me that.

“Isabella dear, you wound is covered up. I have prescribed some medicines and vitamins. You must not forget to take those for the timeframe prescribed. Most importantly darling, you need to eat. Eating less has attuned your body to less food but that also means you have not had proper nutrition. We expect stunted growth in malnourished kids but miraculously you have avoided that.”

“Alpha, she can leave now. I would recommend a couple of days rest and no heavy work. And the medicines would make her sleepy, even drowsy, so it is better to have someone bring her food for the next two days. You can ask one of the kitchen staff to take that up for the next couple of days. “

“How long till she is fine? “Adrian asked her, frowning. How can someone be so sulky while speaking to a nice person like the doctor?

“She will be fine in a week. Nothing to worry dear. You can rest in your room.” Dr. Nora smiled softly at me and left us in the room.

I was going to get up, but Adrian again scooped me up in his arms. His scent makes my inside melt. I have never thought in my entire life I will call someone’s scent attractive. The castle, Adrian, attack ..everything is getting on my nerves.

“Can you just please….?” I started to protest but Adrian had already started walking, again without paying heed to a single thing I say. “Honestly, can you please stop these theatrics? I am sure you get no reward for taking care of a peasant?” In record time I was back in my room.

I want to be in his room…WOAWWW these thoughts need to leave right now! My scowl deepened when he opened the door in one kick.

Adrian slowly put me down on the floor and before I could say anything pushed me against the wall.

“Hei what are you….” I started but my voice was drowned in his bellowing.

“Do you have any idea what you are talking about? Do you know what attacked you and what could have happened if you did not have the pepper spray with you? WHY DID YOU WANDER OFF ALONE TO THE WOODS? Your wound was infected, and you would not let me take you to the clinic. WHY ARE YOU BEHAVING LIKE A CHILD?” Adrian was panting from the fury. His eyes somehow became darker and the veins on his throats are jutting out.

“Why are you behaving like you care? Why are you pretending…”

“Am I pretending Isabella? You have no f*****g idea how much I wish I was pretending. But alas I am not! Seeing you there whimpering in pain, knowing I saw you but did not reach out to you was killing me inside. Theatrics you say? I do not give a rat’s ass about what people think when I carried you. You would never be steady on your feet with the amount of blood lost. And you were being foolishly stubborn to not let me help you. AND I CANNOT “NOT” HELP YOU…”

I was stunned by his words. Why is he so affected by my pain? How do I compare this guy with the person who was so vehemently against me residing in the castle?

Adrian stared at me with weary eyes. “You do not know anything Isabella…and I wish all these were a lie….” whispered Adrian softly. He kissed my forehead and took my wounded arm and placed it inside his hands, caressed it and kissed it softly.

I do not know what came inside me, I placed my other arm on his face. He closed his eyes, rubbed his face against my hand and inhaled deeply.

When Adrian opened his eyes, the lust and burning desire I saw there knocked the wind out of me. I gulped noisily and before I knew his lips were on mine.

Soft at first, caressing my lips, tasting my flavor…. But soon it turned demanding, rough and urgent. I have never known desire such as this. It engulfed my who body setting fire at my most intimate places. While his lips devoured mine, his hands roamed around my face, my jaws, my collar bone. He put one hand on my waist and pulled me closer to him while he pushed himself and me against the wall. His other hand touched my hips, drawing circles from my hip to my waist. I could feel his tongue demanding entrance and I surrender after a while…I wanted to give up to him. Sensing my surrender, he deepened his kiss, taking more than what I can give. His hand on my hips were now on my shoulder …he pulled one side of the top down, exposing my shoulders. His nose drew a line across my jaws while his lips found my collar bone. He placed his nose at the crook of my neck and inhaled sharply.  He looked into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Are you truly okay, Iz?” Adrian asked me in a hoarse voice, thick with worry, desire and something which I dread to think, lest I be wrong. When did he give me this nickname? I knew at once the nickname ,since that day, would make me go weak in my knees.

“Yes, Alpha”. I whispered looking away from his eyes with a blush creeping on my face. Adrian put a finger on my chin and raised my head to look at him. “Say that again” He beseeched. I started to reply, “Yes I am truly okay…”.

“No, call me Alpha again.”  He asked in a husky voice.

“Alpha …” I whispered quietly biting my lips.

Adrian growled lowly at the back of his throat claiming my mouth again. He was rough when he pushed my shoulders against the wall and continued to devour my lips. His lips danced inside my mouth, punctuated by a low growl now and then. He sensed me clamping my legs together and pushed one of his knees to bring some distance between my legs. His knees pressed directly against my core and he kept putting a light pressure on it.

He bit my earlobes and rubbed his hardness against my thigh. I moaned loudly clutching his muscular arms.

But Adrian pushed me away at that very moment. He pinched his nose and cursed under his breath. I could see his bulge prominent on his jeans. I was standing there flustered and in shock and slowly the shame and rejection was setting in.

“I will get someone to bring you food Isabella, you must rest.” With those words he rushed out of the room without a single glance behind.

I dropped on to my bed and the dam broke loose. The attack, the pain, the rejection all came tumbling out of me. I wanted a peaceful day to gather my thoughts and there I was, a mess on my bed, even before noon.

One thing is for certain, Adrian is never coming near me. I do not know what his intentions are. But he has insulted my background and my body. The most frustrating part is, my body enjoyed it, even now…even after all this, yearns for the closeness again…..