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He has stopped walking and is just looking at me. “You’re awake.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t answer him. I continue to wait, to see what fate has in store for me now.
He watches me as he slowly moves toward me, as if he’s afraid to spook me. “My name is Liam. You stumbled into my pack over a week ago. You were near death and my doctor has been taking care of you.” His eyes track to my arm that is bleeding from where I ripped the catheter out. I swear I can hear him sigh.
“We were giving you IV fluids and some liquid nutrition as you were dehydrated and malnourished when you arrived. You were also low on blood and your blood. platelets were low, which is probably why your blood isn’t clotting. Here.” He goes to take my arm and I instinctively jerk it back, holding it against my body..
He growls softly at me. “I’m not a leech. Your blood is of no interest to me, except I don’t want you bleeding out after I’ve expended so much energy to keep you alive.” He puts his hand out. “Give me your arm.” It’s not a request and I don’t really have any other options.
I put my hand in his, palm up. Tingles immediately flow up my arm, causing me to jerk and look up at him. The smirk on his face does nothing to ease my discomfort.
Gently, he pulls my arm up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on mine. When he looks down at my arm, I see his aggravation at the state it’s in. “Did you have to rip it out so violently?” It seems like a rhetorical question, so again, I don’t answer.
He leans down and licks the wound, sealing it closed. I’m only just able to stop the moan that tries to leave my mouth. What the heck? His tongue on my skin feels nothing like the vampire prince’s tongue. His felt dirty and disgusting. This man’s, Liam’s, feels pleasurable. It’s completely unexpected and very much unwanted.
He sits down in a chair that is next to the bed. He looks at me a moment before asking, “Can you talk?”
“Yes.” I try to say, but my mouth is so dry and is comes out in a choking cough. Liam is immediately back on his feet, grabbing me a glass of water. He gently puts it to my mouth so I can drink it. The cool water soothes my raw throat and I close my eyes a moment as I enjoy the feeling.
I open my eyes and pull back. Liam’s eyes are on me, watching me. “Drink the rest of it.” He says as he puts it back to my lips. I watch him as I drink the rest of it down.
“Better?” He asks me. I nod and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Yes.” I reply and this time I don’t choke on the word.
“Good.” He puts the glass down and returns to his chair. “What is your name?”
“Angel.”
He smiles. “That’s fitting, you look like an angel.”
“Where are you from?” He asks his next question. I shrug, I don’t really know how to answer that one.
“Were you always a rogue?”
“No.”
“What pack were you from?” His rapid fire questions are getting answers out of me before I’m ready, but this one stops me short.
“Are you going to send me back there?”
“No. You won’t be going back there.”
“Then what difference does it make?” I ask him.
“Why were you running from your pack?”
“Why do you think I was running from them?” I answer back.
“No wolf goes rogue without a good reason. Did you kill someone in your pack and run?”
I scoff at him. I know rogues aren’t well liked by packs, and many are violent offenders kicked out of their pack if they aren’t killed, but not all rogues are bad. Sometimes they leave their pack to escape their alphas, like my family did.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Didn’t kill someone or didn’t run?”
“Why do you care?” I’m getting aggravated. His questions are making my head spin.
“As Alpha, it is my duty to ensure the safety of the pack. I need to know if you are a danger.”
“I’m no danger to your pack. I’ll be happy to leave just as soon as I get something to wear.” I retort.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He states and I know my face goes pale. He doesn’t even know I’m a Guardian yet and he’s already unwilling to let me go. I need to find a way to escape before Alessia gets back up to full strength and it becomes obvious what she is.
When I walk back into the room and see my mate awake, Cyran immediately starts purring in my head. The sound is so unexpected that it takes me a second to respond. “The fuck Cyran?”
“What? She’s our mate. She’s beautiful, perfect.’
Great, my wolf is already head over heals for this tiny girl. I’m not there yet. I have a lot of questions.
I don’t know how much she remembers, but I figure an introduction and quick update would be helpful. I’m annoyed when I see that she’s pulled out the IV. I’m desperately trying to keep her alive and the first thing she does when she wakes up is try to undo what I’ve been working so hard to do.
I’m even more pissed at her response to me wanting to heal her. I know I shouldn’t be. She’s been in a vampire coven for who knows how long. It’s a question I intend to get the answer to today. Her scars make it seem like it’s been a long time, or maybe the whole fucking coven was feeding on her at once, who knows.
I can’t help but smile when she tells me her name is Angel. Yeah, that’s completely fitting, at least on the outside. I have no idea what this girl is like, but physically, she looks like an angel. ‘Our angel.’ My annoying wolf chimes in.
One important thing I find out, she doesn’t want to go back to her pack. Not only does she not want to go back to her pack, but she wants to leave mine. Not going to happen. Even if she wasn’t my mate, the bounty on her head would force me to keep her here. I don’t like how pale she gets when I tell her she’s not leaving. Did something happen to her in her old pack to make her run?
I’m about to ask when there is a knock on the door. I immediately growl at the interruption. The door starts to open then stops. “Alpha?”
The scent of food drifts in from the partially opened door and Angel’s stomach immediately growls in response. I look at her, damn I forgot she hasn’t eaten in who knows how long. “Bring it in Dustin.”
He walks in stopping short when he sees she’s awake. He smiles at her and I want to snarl at him, but I rein it in. “Oh, you’re awake.” He says to her.
I watch as she pulls the blankets closer to her, holding them to her chest. I’m starving her and making her feel vulnerable having no clothes to wear. ‘Way to show her we can take care of our mate Liam.’ I mentally facepalm. Cyran is right.
I was so focused on getting answers to my questions that I wasn’t thinking about our mate.
“Dustin, can you find some clothes for Angel here.” Dustin looks at me before turning back to Angel.
“Angel. It fits. I’m Dustin, obviously.” She nods her head at him. He goes to put the tray down on her lap. Oh, hell no! He’s not getting anywhere near my mate when she’s not wearing anything under that blanket. My growl stops him short, and I grab the tray from him.
“Clothes Dustin, and another tray for me.”