Chapter 41 041
Alexander's POV
It was one long hell of a day and for some reason, I was more irritable today than any other day so far. For the past few hours I've been feeling like a child going through puberty all over again. Or a lady going through her menstrual cycle... However that feels. I experienced only a few because it was rare for our kind to go through that but I knew darn well that it wasn't a good feeling. And right now, I feel much worse.
I tossed in bed again, sleep eluding me conveniently like all other nights but this time came with a stinging helplessness that clawed at my chest.
My chest keeps burning. It felt like I was hurting physically but I wasn't. I'm right here getting ready to sleep but I feel like I'm going through a physical torture.
Another manic growl escaped me as my wolf clawed at the thin thread of my control.
'Now, what the hell is it, Rage? We can't both be feeling sour for no good reason all of a sudden, can we?' I told him plainly but he only growled louder.
Danica.
Was she okay?
Did the surgery succeed?
I was so busy today that I had no time to visit the Royal Infirmary so I had no idea how it went.
Was it right to actually visit her so late? I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
I'd check to see if she's okay, watch her sleep for a few minutes and then return like it never happened. Maybe, just maybe, the sight of her might ease this stupid uneasiness that keeps bothering me outright.
A shadow passed through the front of my chambers. Fast, sneaky. My senses worked even before my eyes. I felt it before I saw it with my two eyes.
Some nerve whoever it was had.
The shadow passed a few more times, looking for the right time to strike like a rookie criminal.
I gradually lifted myself from the bed. Just maybe this one clean swipe with the bastard would ease the ache in my chest and the uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.
The feeling of watching an enemy writhe and slip away thanks to the torture I inflict had always been the most exhilarating. It should definitely help.
So when I slowly rounded up to the secret passageway that led out of my room, I let the bastard think I was still completely clueless while I made my way to the main entrance for an intriguing surprise.
My eyes landed on a small figure, lurking around my entrance and a predatory smirk curled up my lips. Such huge audacity for a person that size. I would snap his neck in half with just one of my hands.
In one swift move, I grabbed the bastard from behind, swirling him around before slamming his back to the wall, hard.
A sharp wince followed. A very feminine wince at that.
I frowned. A woman has the guts to stalk my chambers? Seriously?!
"Who fucking sent you?!" I asked, increasing the pressure of my arm on her neck.
Her small fingers tapped on my hands desperately as her face came into view, escaping the prison of her full dark hair.
"It's me... Your highness. It's Bianca" She whimpered, continuously tapping on my hand and I slowly released my strong grip on her.
"Danica's friend..." I muttered in confirmation and she nodded quickly.
"Does she need something that she's too timid to ask me?" I asked, but she immediately shook her head, her eyes blinking severally like someone who's incredibly flustered.
"No... She's not okay, Alpha. Danica... She..." She kept stammering, shivering like some drenched chicken and that increased my irritability tenfold.
"She what?!!"
"She's... I found her passed out on my way back from a run, at the forest" she completed, her eyes tightly shut as she did.
"I promise I didn't do it... I just...." She stuttered, scrambling back as I walked closer with heavy steps.
"You saw who?!" I thundered, hoping my voice was clear enough to return her back to her right mind in case she'd began to spew nonsense.
"Danica... Your mate, I saw her all bloodied and passed out at the forest grounds. I couldn't lift her all the way and you have to help!" She yelled in response, her sharp shaky glare fixed on me and I bolted in a dead run. Run, was it? I practically sprinted like my tails were being chased.
Was that it? The reason I felt so irritated and uncomfortable for hours? Has she been hurt all those hours ago while I failed to figure out what really happened?
Her scent was faint, fading, yet still there. Other werewolves wouldn't have but I did. And I followed the scent hoping to the gods of seven fires that my mate was not lying in cold blood on these ugly grounds while I actually tried to put myself to sleep.
But then there she was, right before my two eyes, body limp, bloodied and battered like she'd just emerged from world war II itself.
It was probably a cruel joke... Right? That wasn't Danica. It was probably another doctor in the same uniform she always had on. I tried to convince myself but I knew deep down that right there, lies my mate. My Danica. Dying helplessly without my fucking permission.
My claws had elongated all together with my eyes going all heavy and amber. A loud animalistic growl escaped, from the deepest depths of my very existence itself as I took slow shaky strides towards her.
Her hands were tied limply behind her back and her face was completely pale, devoid of life against the cold ground. I felt my blood boil and run cold at the same time as I wrenched the binds off and lifted her up in my arms.
She'd better be attacked by some feral wolves with no emotions to feel miserable for the pain I would inflict on them in return.
Oh dear goddess, Danica Grayson, the one you decided to choose as the woman who would wear my mark had better not be attacked by a person in their right mind because I will make them go through the kind of hell that would leave them totally insane in the end.
And then I will rip them and their entire generations to come limb by agonizing limbs, shred by excruciating shreds until all that's left of them is just a fleeting memory of a despised criminal.
They would wish they never crossed paths with an Alpha like me and more importantly, they would curse the day they were born.
I, Alpha Alexander Russell of Dark Orchids Pack will make sure of it.