[Rosie POV]
The beeping sound of a holster machine was heard. The smell of disinfectant made my nose quiver.
My head throbs as I squint my eyes.
My breath was slow and I felt something something warm and cozy on me. Steadily, I spur my eyes open.
It took a while for me to get a lucid picture of a white wall beside me.
I was alive...oh thank goodness, I survived for my babies. That was a close hit.
Then I felt a touch, one so familiar that I got jinxed. Nervously, I rolled my eyes and found him. Perhaps it was an illusion, but then...he was the one.
I widened my eyes, stunned to find Alpha Damian beside me, holding my hand. I could sense worries in his eyes, or perhaps I was just hallucinating.
I fret where I lay, jerking up from the bed and panting softly while I flinch his hand away from me.
He was real!
He seemed relaxed, and I was baffled. Was he the one who ran over me? It was so hard to believe this, perhaps I was dead, and he was the devil who wanted to take my soul.
"Oh, she opened her eyes finally," his voice spewed as though he had no remorse. His eyes peered at me, and I felt mousey, speechless, and feeble.
His voice jerked me back to reality I couldn't roll out a word. My muscles loosened, and then, I felt my wolf crouching and curling her tail in between her legs.
Her head bows slowly, and I cringe. She isn't showing honor right? My wolf licked her paws and winced, her eyes widening at him.
A sign I haven't felt for a while.
"What are you doing here?" I squeezed out from my lips, quaking where I sat and scrolling my eyes around.
The sensation I felt inside me was best I didn't show it off.
I found a man behind him, putting a call to the doctor to inform him that I was alive. The way he sounded as though he wanted me dead.
Damian crossed his legs and leaned his back on the chair. His face wears a proud look like he is a hero for something he caused.
"I saved your life; the least you can do is appreciate me," he muses in a cold tone; his eyes were difficult to interpret, but I could sense grief in his tone.
What? He almost got me killed. I couldn't tell why my heart was beating so fast. I got lost in his eyes, and I was going breathless.
I needed to leave, no, we can't meet like this. My kids, he mustn't know.
I pulled out the intravenous fluid fixed on me, hastily rising from the bed. His eyes watch me as though he is participating.
"Usually, the ladies are head over heels for me, but she's running away, interesting," he furthers with a dull expression on his face.
I ignored him, I just don't know how long I've been knocked out but my kids must be worried sick.
His bodyguard intended to stop me but then Damian gestured to him to let me go. I was dragging my feet to the door, almost holding the doorknob, when I felt his presence behind me.
His hot breath fanned my neck and my back cushion against his broad chest; my body absorbed the feel of him, and an aching tension built inside me.
I let out a soft sigh as he placed his palm on the doorknob with mine.
Anxiously, I rolled my eyes at him.
I couldn't think straight as his handsome, hypnotic look got me hooked.
"Rosie, is it?" He suddenly muttered, twirling my business card in his fingers as he let out a sided smile, then he tugged it into his breast pocket.
He raised that free hand of his over my head, encroaching in my personal space. He was so close that only an inch separated us.
"You're a tough one, huh?" he flirted, and I tried to push him away, but he was breaching my every defense.
"Didn't you miss me too?"
I felt the come hither grin in my ear, like he'd kiss me right there not minding if there was a stranger in our midst.
He was beguiling me, my eyes lowered at his lips, when he had split mine and devoured my tongue that night.
I'd believe I was drunk and now I'm older to realize I do not want this man around me.
"Let me go..." I spat, trying to keep a straight face but I was feeling wet already with him this close.
"I wish I could but I wouldn't want rumors spreading that I killed a princess on a peace treaty"
His voice occupied my head and I prayed to escape this man. We exchanged breaths, staring intensely at each other eyes.
I could find warmth in them like they were calling out to me.
"I promise I won't tell anyone you're the cause...just let me go..."
"You haven't recovered, and I don't want to see you hurt," he whispers, interrupting me.
His voice was a bit sober like he'd enchant me.
Then his bodyguard drew closer, he was panicking, and I assumed something serious had come up.
"Great alpha, I'm sorry for interrupting but it's time"
Damian hadn't taken his eyes from him as he only hummed to his bodyguard; his thumb brushed my cheeks as he held my jaw and shoved my face left and right.
It seemed as though the words the bodyguard announced were of no use; he was scrutinizing my body.
He wore an unsatisfactory look as he pulled me aside from the door, his touch had a way of rendering me helpless.
I was going breathless again as he walked me back to the bed. It has to end here, trying to wretch out of his hold was impossible.
The only ones I had to think of were my boys; they were my aches, but with him nearby, my blood pressure shot.
If I ever escape this place, I'd make sure we never meet again.
Almost immediately, the door opens and a doctor walks in to examine me.
Damian waited until he heard the doctor's report, and for a moment, I thought he'd stay back to watch over me like a hawk.
However, duty calls and he left me, just like that night.