You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 017

Chapter 017

Myra's point of view

By the time my eyes regained sight, it was to a new environment. The pungent smell of antibiotics drifted through the air, and a glance around notes an awful reality that I got admitted.

"My highness," a familiar voice beamed with concern, and seated by my side a second later was no other person than my mate as he trailed his finger over my surface. "Are you okay?" He questioned, eyeing me with worry.

He felt my neck, examined my eyes, massaged my temple—

"It's fine, I'm okay." I smiled before slapping his hand off me. That was getting too much.

And I mean my words. I do feel okay, or better compare to how I felt earlier in the training room. It was deadly and harsher than before, it's as if my life was draining out of me.

It all started three days ago in the middle of the night, I was sleeping when the sudden pain woke me up. I had no idea what or where it came from, I just felt it and had to endure it.

I kept it to myself because even I couldn't understand what is going on with me, I thought maybe I'd share once I know it.

I just know for a fact it can't be a sickness or a disease, I'm a werewolf and one of our naturals is to heal from any form of natural pain. Self inflicted or the opposite.

"So will you tell me what happen?" Lucas' voice drew me back to the moment.

I was laid on a soft mattress over a metal made bunk, and it was just us inside the room, no one else.

I heaved a sigh as I struggle to sit up and rest my back against the mini headboard. "I'd be lying if I too know what happen," I told him, my voice dimmed to fit my dire feelings.

"I don't know what it is or where it's coming from, I just know I randomly get really sick in the chest for a brief while and it disappears," I explained to him what I could deduce from the predicament. "It's usually mild, just a random pain the chest and that's it. Until today inside the training room where the pain intensified like a thousand fold and took me out, and it all started three days ago in the middle of the night. So far today's experience is the fourth since it started."

I trailed my gaze slowly to him, capturing the glum spreading out on his expression. He jerked forward to grab both of my hands in his as he gave it a soft squeeze.

His eyes held mine as he twined our fingers together, "I want you to know that I'm going to get you through this," he assured with a raised brow as determination wavered through him. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to stop the pain, you'll never feel it again I promise. I'm so sorry this is happening to you." He brought my palm up to his mouth as he placed a gentle kiss upon it.

I don't know what it is, but I got overwhelmed by a certain feeling I got from simply watching him express care for me. It's like something beautiful and alive bursted free inside of me, floating me into a vivid abyss carved out of paradise.

I grinned, wider than I've ever wielded. It's a happy grin-no! It's more than a happy grin, it's more than anything I can call it.

"Thank you so much," my tone sounded so soft it was obvious how near tears I am. This is just too weird to accept as my new and forever reality.

Someone actually cares for me after all this while, the last person to care and love me were my parents and ever since them, nobody cares for me ever again.

And now, I'm granted not just a man who cares for me, but also loves me and accepts me for who I am. I'm blessed with the man of my actual dreams, my knight in his protective gears. I can't stop gushing about it.