Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 14 - The Good Samaritan

Third person pov:

She raised her head and found herself face-to-face with a man—tall, strong, and undeniably handsome. His aura radiated power, unmistakably that of a high-ranking wolf. His build was broad and commanding, his golden hair catching the light, but what struck her most was the unexpected softness in his expression. Despite his evident strength, there was something disarming about him—something kind.

"Hi... Are you okay?" he asked gently.

She didn't respond. Her eyes dropped back to her feet, her body trembling as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

"Please," he said softly, "don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

Still, she refused to look at him.

"What's your name?" he tried again, his voice calm and patient.

"My... my name is... is..." Her voice broke, and then the dam burst. She sobbed uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with the force of her cries.

He took a careful step closer. "What happened to you? Why did you try to hurt yourself?"

"N... nothing, sir! I'm... I'm fine!" she said, trying to sound steady, but her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. Her head dropped in shame.

"You're hurt," the man—Alexander—said, his concern deepening.

"I... I..." Her words trailed off as more sobs escaped her lips. She was clearly in shock. When he moved closer, instinctively trying to assess her wounds, she recoiled, stepping back quickly and wrapping her arms around her chest.

"It's okay," he said, holding up his hands in a non-threatening gesture. "I'm not going to touch you. I just want to help."

He paused before continuing, "Please, let me take you to the hospital. You don't look well."

"No... no," she whispered, panic flaring in her eyes as she tried to retreat. His kindness, though genuine, couldn't undo what had happened to her earlier that day. Trust was beyond her reach now.

"Alright," Alexander said gently. "A woman will come and accompany you to the hospital. Would that be better?"

"I... I have to leave," she said, the words trembling out of her mouth. "Please... don't tell my Alpha what you saw. He... he will... punish me..."

Alexander's expression darkened. "Don't worry about your Alpha. I'll take care of it."

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. A woman entered the room—tall, graceful, and radiating confidence. She wore fitted black leggings and a matching jacket. Her jet-black hair was tied in a sleek bun, and her round face was sharply defined by high cheekbones that gave her a striking appearance.

"Alpha, you called?" Alina said, entering the room and bowing respectfully.

"Yes, Alina," Alexander replied with authority. "I want you to take this girl to the hospital. Don't let her out of your sight—and report to me immediately if anything unusual happens."

"Of course, Alpha," Alina said with a slight nod. Her tone was calm but firm.

She turned her attention to the trembling girl. Her expression softened as she knelt slightly to meet her at eye level.

"I'm Alina," she said gently. "Don't worry, I'm here to help. I'll take care of you, alright? What's your name?"

The girl hesitated at first, but something in Alina's voice—a soothing mixture of warmth and strength—seemed to break through the fog of fear.