Alora didn't need machinne anymore.
She could breathe on her own now, just like she was sleeping, and Clark hoped that she would continue.
He enjoyed watching her asleep and imagining how she belonged to him because he had no idea how she would react when she was awake.
Honestly, he didn't care much, because from now on he belonged to him and whatever she thought of doing when she woke up, he wouldn't allow her.
He's her boss, her master now, she belongs to him.
He never had a mate, or he wanted one, his life was a constant fight for the territory, and maybe one day, he thought, when he replaced Sirus, he would have whoever he wanted, but now his opinion had changed when he had Alora in his hands.
He wanted her beside him.
He would rule and she would obey him, no matter what, because now, he had no urge for any woman except her.
She was exceptional and he could feel it, not just an ordinary human, no...
She was much more and he wanted to see that part of her, fast.
Clark wasn't a patient man in anything, and when it came to Alora, he had no patience at all.
What he wanted, he took, just like that, usually by force, and she was no exception.
Why would she be?
He was a ruthless rogue that takes without asking, in his favor.
Being dominant was his dream and a part of his character.
Raising from ashes in a rogue family, he didn't know his parents, and with time, he forget about everything except he will have what he wants in every way that is possible, and he will kill for that.
That's why a killing became an ordinary thing for him, nothing more, just one step closer to his goal.
The third day she opened her eyes.
She didn't know where she was or why, the only thing she could feel was the unusual scent and the unfamiliar environment that she was in.
She could hear voices from outside that she didn't recognize and also saw things that she couldn't before, like a spider in the wall that was tiny, but she saw everything much clearer than before, and her eyes were brighter than ever.
No, she wasn't home.
She wasn't in the hospital either, because Doctor Sims would be here already, she would feel him, and his scent, but nothing.
Just rough voices and fighting from outside were heard.
She wanted to stand up and move the curtains from the windows to see where she was, but she couldn't.
A heavy scent of a forest was in her nostrils, which meant she was inside one.
Everything was unfamiliar to Alora, but she felt no fear, just confusion.
Every muscle in her body was painfully, like something heavy was on her and she couldn't move.
She was in great pain, and she had no idea why.
Alora remembered the attack and the rogue that hurt her, but l everything after that was a blur.
She tried to feel her wound because she couldn't get up to see it, but her hands were painful and it took time to move.
She slowly and with a lot of pain, managed to touch the place she remembered her wound was.
There was nothing, not even a scar.
What the hell happened to her, she wondered.
The door opened and a tall, muscular man, with black hair and glowing eyes, entered the room.
He was serious and she knew he was a werewolf, it was obvious, and the fact that she could smell him was there too.
that was too much, even for her.
She tried to move, but she felt that her arms and legs were tight to the bed, and when he saw her reaction, the man smiled viciously.
Now, she felt fear, mixed with anger and rage.
Who was that awful, unpleasant man that she felt was mean?!
What did he want from her?
"I see you're awake, that's good, finally", he said with a deep voice that made her shiver.
She felt the meaning in it, and he meant no good to her.
"Who are you and why I'm I here?" Alora asked, with anger.
"Fiery, huh?" I like that, but it won't do you no good, not with me, sweetheart", he told her.
"I'm not your sweetheart, so don't you dare to call me like that", she said, trying to stay calm.
"I'll call you whatever I want, and you will accept it, because you belong to me now!" He grabs her neck, strong enough for her to feel the pain, but not enough to harm her.
"What man are you, holding a woman against her will, not to mention that I'm tied up?"She was provoking him.
"A man, that you'll obey", he said, with a threat.
"I listen to no one , why would you be an exception?" She asked, coldly.
The voice in her mind was telling her to not obey, her body fought to be stronger, and her heart was beating fast.
"Because, I'm the only hing you left now", he hissed, quietly.
She felt weakness, and her head was spinning, something wasn't right with her, because the pain started to be stronger.
"You have a fever, I'll get you something for it", he said.
"To poison me?" She asked.
"To cure you, I need you healthy", he smiled with satisfaction.
"Untie me first", she demanded."
"Not before I see that you'll behave", he said, before he left the room.
She felt bad.
A fury that consumed her was stronger, but her body was weak still.
"Do not fall, stay strong", she heard in her head.
It was a strange thing for Alora because she knew when she was telling something to herself, but this time was different.
It was like someone was talking to her, the voice of a female, but not hers, and yet, it was a part of her.
"This idiot gave me some drugs, I bet , because I'm hearing voices now", she whispered to herself.
"Shit", she hissed, while her temperature raising, and the pain was still there, just stronger than before.
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HER LOST ALPHA
FantasyHe's cruel and self-centered. He doesn't want a woman in his life anymore, especially not a mate, but what if the faith had a plan to play with him again, but this time, in his favor, even if he fought against her?
