Chapter 5
Chapter 5:
He watched me with hateful, angry eyes, but he dared not stand up against me. I was still his Alpha, and he had his choice to make.
Sheela walked into the living room, her eyes widening with shock at the sight of Adrian’s battered form.
“What happened here? Was there an attack?” She asked, rushing up to me when she saw my hand was bruised as well.
“No, there was no attack… Christian here decided to beat me up because of that cursed girl!” Adrian replied angrily, wincing as he finished speaking, the pain from his swollen jaw evident.
My fist tightened, and I clenched my jaw angrily, grinding my teeth as I stared at him.
Sheela’s eyes widened, and her face shifted into a frown.
“Is this true, Christian?” she asked.
I gave her a vicious glare, one that spoke volumes. It not only confirmed the truth but also made it clear that it was none of her business.
“You’re beyond lucky,” I said coldly. “I only bruised a few organs. I should have sent you to a p>
“How could you? What is it about that cursed girl that makes you so wild?!” Sheela asked, her voice trembling with anger and emotion.
But I didn’t answer her. Instead, I locked my gaze with hers, watching as realization slowly dawned on her. Her face twisted in shock.
“You already know the answer to that,” I said through gritted teeth, and then I walked away from all of them.
AMIRA’S POV
I woke up to the sight of candlelight surrounding me. The sharp scent and the still, heavy air in the room told me I had been moved to the healing bay—a small shed meant for caring for the badly wounded.
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I was alone. The row of beds to my right was empty. I glanced around the windowless room, and the smell of python oil filled the air, triggering a feeling of repulsion deep inside me.
I hadn’t eaten all day, but a gnawing sensation told me that I was about to lose the meal from the day before.
The iron door rattled, and panic surged through me. My heart beat violently in my chest as I searched for a place to hide. This room was accessible to anyone—even the soldiers. I feared someone might try to hurt me again.
I tried to stand but nearly collapsed, too weak to move on my own. The door swung open, and I had nowhere to go. Fear stood between me and the open door—or maybe it was death; I wasn’t sure.
Then I saw Alpha Christian step through the small gap in the door. I let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, fear held me in place. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but I still didn’t know how to hold my composure in his presence.
It took every bit of courage to stay still as he approached me, holding a tray of food in his hands. I was beyond surprised to see him carrying it.
He walked up to me, his expression placid. I had never really seen him smile, nor had I ever seen him truly happy. Except… except that one time when he made love to me in the armory.
He had seemed content then, and even after, he had held me so lovingly in his arms. It was hard to figure out what was actually going on in his mind.