Pleasing the Heartless Alpha...

28. The First Page...

"Finally, he left!" I exclaim, throwing the sheets and jumping off the bed happily, stretching my arm in a circular motions. "I swear, he was starting to get suspicious."

Leila tries to hide her laughing behind her hand. "Well of course, Luna. You feigned a stomachache while smiling too much,"

"So? Its good to be smile and besides he's a guy. He can't possibly understand girl problems. No uterus, no opinion!" I point out, stretching my neck side to side for good measure.

"What a beautiful day outside." I smile at the sun creeping in from the window, despite the heavy curtains trying to conceal rather than show it.

Its been 2 miserable days of rain since the appearance and 2 days of bed arrest for me, saying I had suffered a concussion, resulting with my poor head being forcefully wrapped into a tight bandaging -which came off today- and that same brunette nurse monitoring me 24/7. Even that bastard of a doctor, Dr. Rossi had to come at times but I learned my lesson being alone with him, so I kept Leila in the room at all times, even if it agitated him.

When I had first woken up, my back felt it had been stabbed with a bed of needles. Gladly, no one had changed me, so with Leila's help when I went to the washroom I was left speechless.

My dress's back ripped into shreds, as if someone had taken their claws and purposely torn the fabric. I wonder who would've wanted to do that?

There were ragged rips of all sizes torn into the fabric but my back remained the same, clear and blemish-free.

After inquiring with Leila, she told me everything, from being abducted and taken hostage by a mental attacker in a party mask, to how I escaped and how Damon covered me during the car explosion. What surprised me more than a car explosion or even Damon cleverly having me thrown off the roof, was the fact I fell from that exact roof and somehow, Damon caught me.

He saved me. Actually saved me. Even if it were a part of his plan, I was left speechless by the thought. He was reckless, egoistic, obnoxious, a fuckboy and what now, but never did I thought he'd be the saving, heroic type. Guess he really should have been on the world's most strangest mysteries list. He was a mystery, even to me his Mate.

"How's your ankle Leila?" I inquire, snuggling my arms with my hands to preserve heat.

"Good. Its healing well without the wolf healing," She answered in a softer tone than before. She told me of how an attacker had launched a silver arrow at the crowd and somehow it pierced her ankle. If it weren't for Hunter arriving in time, she'd most likely been trampled by the half drunk and confused crowd.

Leila was blushing when she mentioned Hunter having to carry her, semi conscious, into a midst of trees with the shade of them concealing there being. That is untill after he yanked the arrow out of her ankle. I smile all goofy, rising my brows at the mention of him having to carry which made her blush deepen to the point where she could have been mistaken for a tomato.

It'd be a cute ship. Hunter and Leila. They both had dark hair, dark similar eye colors with -strangely- similar facial expressions but Leila thought otherwise. Ranks, power, their Mate's and what not. She really had to ruin the moment with the words "Mates". It wasn't like my relationship with Damon was permanent. Okay, maybe it was but it wasn't like we were actually a couple. Love comes first, even before Mates. My saying.