Vlad moves around his office as she lies watching him. His darkened eyes catching upon her form as he moves to her side.
"You're okay. It's only me."
He kneels beside the couch she currently lies upon, his eyes softening as he sees her emerald eyes.
A smirk plays across his face as she squirms under his stare.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare or make you feel nervous."
Her eyes drift away from him as she tries to find something to focus on.
"No, you are just making sure I have no wounds."
His hand clenches at his side before he captures her attention. He guides her focus back to him as he lightly pulls her chin towards him.
"You know I still worry, even if you don't have physical wounds."
A pinkish tint creeps upon her face as her eyes drift downwards, trying to not meet his gaze.
"But you have yet to take care of your own."
His hand drops as he stares at her his smile fading a bit before he swallows down an uneasy breath.
"Cherub, I'm not in any harm but had you received any deep scratches or wounds then the story would be a bit different."
"You're more important than me."
Her breath catches as she feels the danger that his words carry. Her eyes blur as tears well in their place, her hand tightens before her eyes zip to him.
"I'm not."
She feels as if she is stabbing a knife into her heart and continuously twisting it.
His eyes shut as he struggles with the thought, he lets out a breath before his eyes open.
"Okay..."
He moves back from her as he feels her stare, his chest tightens while he enters the small bathroom.
The clank of items and slamming of drawers fills his office as she feels the want to leave.
Her eyes drift shut before snapping open as the sound of something slamming beside her scares her.
"Sorry."
She stares at him as he goes to checking his wounds, his shirt being discarded to the ground. A small syringe lying in his hand as he takes account of the deeper wounds and scratches.
Her face flushes red before she hides behind her hands.
A groan escapes his lips as he works on the wounds on his arms, the deeper ones not healing extremely well. He lets out a breath as he injects the syringe into his left arm.
"They couldn't make it that easy."
His eyes drift to Rylee as a smile erupts across his face.
"At least she is safe."
He loosely wraps the deeper wounds for now until his healing begins to work as it should.
Ry peaks through her fingers to him, her heartbeat rising as she hears his quickened breath. She eyes the long wound running across his shoulder and down his back.
Her hands lower slowly as she feels pity for him. She pulls herself off the couch as she slowly moves towards him, her breath catching when she starts to see how deep it is.
She freezes as he pulls something else from the box in front of him before she moves closer. She peers over him as she spots the syringe he is shoving into his leg.
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Alpha's Perfect Breed
WerewolfAt a year old she was just a happy, bouncy baby. By the time she turned two the home was filled with numerous sets of giggles. When she turned 3 there were many words and even a new friend but when she turned 4 everything changed. The once smiling a...
