Alpha's Runaway Mate

In The Middle Of Nowhere

2

Maximus

Fuck.

What a nice way to start the night; with the shooting pain of an open stitch. The pain ripped me open and I groaned again, opening my eyes to glance at my abdomen that was definitely soaked with blood. That bastard. The warmth of the fluid obnoxiously pooled around me and I couldn't help but hate the feel of it. Besides that, How the fuck long had I been sleeping for? By the drapes filtering moonlight I could guess it was long enough.

Sighing, I pushed myself to sit on the bed. Ouf, it hurt like a dagger. My jaw clenched and I regretted not snapping that pup's neck. My eyes caught a sight of sheets drenched in my blood. One thing's for sure Katrina won't like it when she'd see it. She warned me about sleeping like a dead log and my body seemed to be listening enough. What could I do? Wolves were meant to be uncultivated.

Cracking my neck, I took in a deep breath and frowned when caught on a familiar scent of sandalwood stirred with spikes of lemons coming right behind the door. I spent most of my life with this man but never smelt lemon on him. He mus...ah, the expensive body wash from Edinberg. The one he was bragging about for the past days. The lemon scent grew stronger and it didn't ease my headache. Actually, did the contrary.

One, two and the knock, as expected.

"Yes, Xarian, you may come in," My voice came out strained, the pain wasn't sparing me easy. I muffled a groan and glanced at the door, opening.

"I hope I am not disturbing, Alpha," Xarian spoke with half of his body slightly leaning in through the ajar door. I shook my head, restraining another groan as I changed my position on the mattress. Xarian's eyes didn't take long to narrow on the sheets and I also didn't miss how fast his forehead creased lines.

"You seem not okay, Alpha. I should call mate,"

"Don't bother calling her, I got this," My sister wouldn't like me for not letting her help but I wasn't a twelve year old anymore, and obviously not weak to ask for my younger sister's hand. She was a doctor for the pack, not for the grown-ass Alpha. I stood up and slipped my feet in slippers all the while covering my wound with my shirt that I took off before sleeping.

"Jack gave you a hard time, didn't he?" My eyes couldn't hide the disappointment when I spared him a look. That pup could have pissed in his pants if I had been one percent of me with him, my pack members should know better.

"I was being lenient, Xarian, nothing much. He is an aggressive pup with lots of young blood and I don't choose violence on trivial matters—especially with pups," Xarian's lips curled into a little smirk, as if he only said that to bug me. No lie, that did hit the target. I began to stride toward the door.

"Alpha, she is already coming here, you should sit, you have lost a terrible amount of blood," I halted with my front toward the door. This man wouldn't just listen.

"I told you not to mind-link her," I expressed annoyance with bored eyes, turning around.

"Your sister will like it if you let her help you," I gritted and walked away from the door when her scent hit my nostrils the second she crossed the corridor. Right when I perched on the couch, she barged in, uninvited apparently.

The first thing I noticed was her glasses hanging loose on her nose and behind that were features full of concern. She was wearing her usual white coat with a navy top and creamy straight pants. Her brunette hair cascading over her greenish eyes that quickly locked at my enormous figure. I met her eyes only to find them scowling at my soaked khaki shirt.

"You could have slept like a human, Alpha," She grumbled, stealing my thoughts. I inwardly smiled and nodded at her.

"I know,"