Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 46
23-07-25 (05:27)
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46. A bad decision
When I open my eyes, I’m sure I’m died.
And surprisingly enough, it seems as though I’m in
heaven. The mattress under me in like a cloud, the
sheets covering me are stain soft. The room is beautiful
and white and a bit hazy.
Then pain kicks in.
I’m alive alright and the pain radiating from where' the
bullet had hit me tells me it hasn’t been long since I
almost died.
My mind clears, the room comes into focus. Panic and
confusion race through my head. How am I still alive?
Where am I? Where’s Luke?
With herculean effort, I heave myself up into a sitting
position. The room looks like a five star hotel’s master
suite.
The canopy ceiling is high above, decorated with an
illustration of star constellations. The east wall is
practically covered by windows, the curtains drawn
over their silhouette. There are two doors, one near the
huge bed, the other at the far corner.
The said door clicks open, catching my attention.
Someone steps inside the room, my shoulders tense,
bracing for action but soon enough, the rich,
intoxicating scent of coffee and pine trees hovers
towards me.
“Luke,” Anticipation leaks in my voice, as I stupidly try
to get up
His head snaps in my direction, his dark stormy blue
eyes focus on mine. His shoulders rise as if he’s holding
his breath, eyes wide a fraction. The air is so heavy,
almost palpable with tension.
“Elise,”
Something in the air snaps, then tension falls down on
me like a heavy blanket.
The next moment his hands are on my shoulders,
holding me back so I cant get up. whatever emotion
was on his face moments ago gone as if it was just
my imagination.
“Rest,” he says, his voice terse “Your wound is still
healing.”
In quick, precise movements, he adjusts two pillows
behind my back, carefully leaning me against them. I
take in his profile, the creaseless grey suit he’s
wearing, his perfectly brushed hair, freshly shaved
stubble but the shadows under his red eyes tell me
what I need to know.
“Luke, why— how am I still…” The question hangs
heavy in the air
Even if I had my werewolf strength, a silver bullet
would’ve been lethal for me, an omega. It’s impossible
that I’m still alive.
Luke sits down in front of me, staring thoughtfully at
my face, almost as if trying to believe I’m sitting right
here.
“You were asleep for three days,” he says quietly
My eyes widen. Three days? I’ve taken a silver bullet,
been unconscious for three days and I still survived?
“How do you feel?” Luke touches his hand to my cheek
I jump away from him due to sheer surprise, my
cheek tingles as if someone’s just electrocuted my skin.
The confusion in my head only thickens further. Luke
has touched me before, and though it feels amazing, it
doesn’t make me feel like stars are erupting across my
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