CHAPTER FIVE.
1006 Words
Chapter Five.
Alpha Lucien's Pov.
Even before I met my bride, I felt something strange pulling me toward her. A feeling I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because she chose me. She sent the marriage proposal herself, despite all the terrifying stories she must have heard about me. All I wanted was to keep her by my side. The moment she stepped into the wedding hall, hope surged through me. For the first time in years, I felt alive. A smile touched my lips — unfamiliar, almost foreign. Today, I will finally have a mate.
Excitement fluttered in my stomach as I walked toward her, imagining how our fingers would intertwine, how I would pull her close, bury my face in her long blonde hair, and kiss her gently. I hadn’t kissed anyone before… which was exactly why Lucas, my wolf, forced me to watch a kissing tutorial the night before. I wanted to do everything right.
But just as I drew closer, the torment returned. Not now… please, not today.
Pain exploded inside my head. The cursed voice screamed in my ears. I clutched my head, trying to fight it, trying to stay in control—but the monster won. Darkness swallowed me as I shifted, consumed by an uncontrollable hunger for destruction.
When the pain finally faded and I returned to my human form, the hall was silent.
Empty, Panic hit me instantly. My bride.
I rushed through the hall until I found her—broken, trembling, tears streaming down her face. A sharp ache pierced my chest. Seeing her afraid hurt more than the curse itself.
I knelt before her, desperate. Every instinct told me to tell her the truth, to make her understand.
“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I said softly. “I will protect you. Please… will you stay and be my mate?” My heart pounded as I held her hands gently.
She flinched.
“Ouch! It hurts… let go of me, monster!”
She yanked her hands away, and the word struck deeper than any wound.
“Monster.”
The word tightened around my heart like a blade twisting deeper into an old wound. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
“I know I am… but please… don’t leave me,” I said quietly, the lonely part of me speaking before my pride could stop it.
“Ouch…” she whispered again. My gaze dropped to her hands. Blood stained her skin. Panic rushed through me.
“You’re bleeding. We need the doctor now.” I turned my back toward her and bent slightly. “Climb on. I’ll carry you.”
“Leave me alone. I can walk by myself,” she snapped. I turned back, guilt weighing heavily on my chest. “I’m sorry. I know you’re angry, but please… stand up. Let’s go.” I stretched my hand toward her and she ignored it.
Instead, she struggled on the floor, trying to rise but collapsing again. She ended up crawling, her movements slow and painful.
“Ouch… my back hurts…” Her voice trembled with pain, and my chest clenched.
“Forgive me, my mate. I can’t watch you suffer.” Before she could protest again, I bent down and lifted her into my arms.
“Put me down! Leave me alone! Don’t touch me!” she cried, kicking weakly as if I were abducting her.
“Calm down,” I murmured gently. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you again. Let me take responsibility for what I’ve done.” Slowly, her struggling lessened. I hurried toward my private clinic, linking my mind to the pack doctor on the way.
“Meet me at the clinic immediately—unless you plan to die young.”
By the time I arrived, the doctor was already waiting for me. I laid her carefully on the bed, my heart twisting at the sight of wounds covering her body. Guilt burned inside me.
“Treat her, now!” I ordered sharply, though the anger was meant for myself.
Unable to watch, I left the ward and returned to my room. I paced restlessly, running my hands through my hair, striking my forehead in frustration. Lucas, my wolf, growled inside my mind.
“You embarrassed us. You lost control and hurt our mate”.
“You know I couldn’t control the curse,” I snapped back.
I don’t care, he replied coldly. If she recovers and refuses to accept us as her mate… I won’t make things easy for you.
His words echoed in my head, leaving me alone with fear — not of the curse, but of losing her before she ever truly became mine.
A thought struck me suddenly. I remember before bringing her to the clinic… she never agreed to be my mate. I hit my forehead lightly in frustration. “Please… don’t reject me,” I whispered hoarsely, staring at the ceiling. “Moon Goddess, help me.” I sat at the edge of my bed, anxiety tightening my chest — then another thought rushed into my mind.
Her dress… it had been torn. Her chest was exposed……. Dr. William.
A sharp wave of jealousy and panic hit me. I couldn’t sit still anymore. I rushed out of the room and pushed the clinic door open forcefully. She was alone, fast asleep on the bed, and relief flooded me instantly.
I walked toward her slowly and stopped beside the bed. Her lips were dry, tear stains marked her cheeks, and her hair lay scattered across the pillow. A bandaged wound rested on her chest, still partly exposed. Without thinking, I picked up my suit jacket and gently covered her.
Carefully, I sat beside her. My fingers moved on their own without my permission brushing lightly through her tangled hair before resting against her brow.
Then suddenly— Her eyes flew open.
I froze. Her wide, frightened gaze met mine, and for the first time in my life… unexplained shock gripped me.
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