The ALPHA'S Masked Healer

THE NAKED WEREWOLF

Dominic's P.O.V

With a thud, I land on the ground.

It's soft though.

Why is the ground so soft, is this where the vampires keep the bodies of their victims?

I feel like I have just jumped from frying pan to fire and dying in Rolland's hands would be better than in some foreign land owned by vampires.

"Luca, come out now, I need you." But of course, Luca turns a deaf ear to me like it's my fault I was being chased in the first place.

I was running away from my bestfriend's death claws, now I've fallen into the trap of a vampire.

I can't die here.

"Anyone, can anyone hear me?" I try communicating through my mind with any werewolf nearby, but my thoughts bounce back.

"Your Alpha, Alpha Domenic needs your help." I give it another try, but my thoughts bounce back.

This is so f****d up, no one is responding, or maybe they can't even hear me. There must be a fortress around here.

How did I manage to get into it in the first place, this is so frustrating.

'Stay calm.' I tell myself as I try to steady my breathing.

"Luca, if I die now, just know it's on you." He lets out a low growl to acknowledge me even though he was pretending to be asleep just a while ago.

He finally realised that we are alone in this.

Even Luca who was pretending to be asleep just a while ago is on alert.

I succeed at steadying my breathing, thanks to the mornings I spend meditating.

I dart my eyes around in search of an escape route. It is then that I notice that my eyes are closed and shock is an understatement for how I feel right now.

This is not a vampires den, neither is it a rogues hideout.

It's an Angel's heaven!

The light is dimly lit which highlights the paintings on the walls.

So beautiful.

The calm and tranquility in the room calms me and a smile forms on my face.

I can make out the shape of a female sitting Indian style from the corridor downwards.

Her fair skin and waist length blond hair make me confirm who she is.

An angel!

But if she is an angel, does that mean that I'm dead?

Oh no!

I'm to assume my role as Alpha tomorrow.

I hurry down the hallway towards the blonde Angel.

She needs to help me out of here, I must get my revenge against those two. I don't care if I just wished that I died in their hands!

"Excuse me, Angel beauty." I say as I stand beside her.

I can make out her profile. She has pointed nose and her lips look cute in a pout. Her eyes her shut and she seems to be murmuring something. Maybe a prayer.

But she's beautiful.

I don't realise that I was watching her eyeballs and the way her long eyelashes quivered.

I outline the small scar that runs across her face towards the other side.

Why is she wearing a mask?

Is it because she is too beautiful or because angels are meant to wear masks?

Jean's P.O.V

It's almost time to wrap things up.

I've been sitting for 4 hours straight.

I'm beginning to conclude my discussion when I feel a presence.

Did my parents really come?

I'm excited, I'm thrilled. Did I finally perfect my resurrection spells?

But no one calls my name and I sense confusion instead.

And before I know it, the presence is close. Too close for comfort, but there is no movement afterwards.

Instead, I feel a scrutinizing gaze on my face and down my body.

'Did they find me?'

Me being a 19 year old and all alone in this place puts me at a great risk and now, I'm totally unprotected.

This being is not a human, neither is it a witch and I'm terrified of it even before I open my eyes.

I keep my eyes shut.

Maybe the memorial ritual attracted something I didn't invite?

But I'm curious to know what it is before it leaves, so I let my curiosity get the better part of me and snap my eyes open.

Human?

It's a male.

But not human. He doesn't carry the scent of a human and his eyes carry a depth of another being.

The intensity of his deep brown eyes meet my blue ones and I blink with hopes that he goes back to wherever he came from, but I notice his unmoving self, so I let my curiousity control my eyes and roam about him.

It takes me a while, but I finally tear my gaze from his eyes. They are so intoxicating.

His eyelashes stay unmoving like a statue, but what differentiates him from one is his breathing.

I notice his lips are pressed against eachother. His hair is ruffled, but I can tell that it is healthy.

He is a fine specimen for whatever species he is.

An alien?

How come I don't hear his space ship land?

I let my gaze travel down his chest.

They look like they were sculptured by a master of this craft. The rising and falling of his chest are almost unnoticeable, but his pink n*****s are pointed from each side of his cleaverage.

I should stop looking.

He is shirtless and probably has nothing to cover his torso, but my curious self discards my advice and traces his abs till...

I snap my eyes shut.

He's stark naked!

For the record, this is the first time in my teenage years being so close to an adult male that isn't my dad.

The last time I watched TV was when I was thirteen which was six years ago, plus I was never a fan of soap operas, so I've never ever seen a shirtless or in fact a naked man with such perfection for a body.

Right, he's not a man. At least, he is not human.

But the thing dangling between his legs screams his gender.

Male!

What happens when there is a naked male and an unprotected female alone in the house?