Alpha King and I

Chapter 44: Newbie is Nice

As soon as the words left her lips, the new girl's eyes dashed down to the ground. Picking up what she'd dropped, a metal semi flat bowl holding wet towels. She then walked toward me in haste. Her movements came off jolted and it was beyond obvious that she was uncomfortable. In the small span of time, more sweat pooled together and poured down gently from the side of her face. Again, before it could fully fall, she wiped it off. At first I thought she would ignore me and not answer my question, but as soon as her feet stood in front of mine she spoke.

"I'm just adjusting. I'll be okay." I nodded. Dropping the subject for now, but still analyzing her features. Trying to decipher what could be ailing her. Other than the whole being stuck here having to watch over someone like me. Someone her new boss seemed to hate.

Maybe that's just it? Is she nervous I'll cause more trouble for them? Attempt another risky escape without care for the consequences?

I quickly corrected myself, clarifying to the new girl and Star my intentions and plans.

"No need to worry about me attempting to escape again and risk another maid dying... I won't be doing that so carelessly again." The weariness in her gaze stayed. Not a word was spoken by her as she started to try and clean the large wound on my arm. It was still bleeding and probably wouldn't stop for at least another few hours, so the attempt was fruitless. Yet still she would softly press the towels into the open gash, letting some of the blood get absorbed and trying to stop it from bleeding so quickly. I scanned the rest of the room as she applied the pressure and noticed Star was no longer there. It was just me and her.

She was looking worse by the minute. If Werewolves could pass out in such a way, I'm quite sure she would have. Her body swaying unevenly as she worked.

I joked, "Didn't you hear what he said, I don't die so easily. Let's not put so much stress on you, we'll let it bleed out for now. It'll stop eventually, then you can clean it." I tried to force a smile.

She returned my smile with another weary look. Still saying nothing. Continuing to just press on the gash and clean off the everflowing red liquid. Her eyes were shimmering. With the ever common saltwater famous for coming out from there. Her hands shook now too. Like she was holding back. I didn't know what to do, how to help her.

I gave it one final shot. Further trying to relieve what ever anguish was compelling her.

"If I have to, I'll take you all back with me when I do get out of here." Her hands became still. Slow her gaze turned toward me. A small gulp elicited from her throat, following a soft growl. Her stare turned into a dark scowl.

She questioned, "Even if we are committing treason?" Her tone icy, further emphasizing the bluntness of her thoughts.

I'd never considered it in that way. It was technically true. Though it didn't mean I'd let them die.

Knowing this, I answered, as confidently as I could.

"Well, what choice did you have?"

Her face softened. The new girl's whole body relaxed. She let out a loud sigh then looked at me with a small smile.

"That's true. Isn't it?" Within seconds she looked much better.

I smiled back, relieved. Feeling slightly better as well.

There was silence for a moment as she continued to clean my wounds. Her face getting closer to examine the gash as she applied a much firmer amount of pressure. I held in a cringe at the stinging sensation that released due to it. Suddenly I felt something wet and soft touching the open wound. It tickled, but didn't hurt.

I watched in shock as she licked me a couple times. Stopping just as the bleeding stopped and the gash already started to close. She moved one finger to her lips pressed in a shush motion, indicating I not tell anyone of her actions.

She smiled again and whispered, "Thank You." I didn't know how to feel. Though I couldn't help the gratitude, following guilt, which filled me. I did my best to ignore it though. Otherwise I'd have a harder time hiding it in the future. I can't have Alpha Everett thinking I get along too well with anyone. Still, I wanted to at least know who in my own private thoughts I could thank back.

"What's your name?" I asked. She got up and headed for the door, dirty towels in hand to be replaced with fresh ones. Her body stiffened as she answered me.

"It doesn't matter." Just as cold as before. Yet more deep and authoritative.

A tinge of red flashed on her aura. Followed by yellow, then gold. The negative connotation with such emotions and her words, not missed.

I never asked again.