Chasing the rejected Luna

36: He came to me

Sophia's POV

"How do you feel now?" I asked the lady in front of me. She gave me a shy smile as she nodded her head.

For the past hour, while I worked on her, I wasn't able to get a word out of her. But I was doing my best for her. The disease in Alpha Ryven's pack was communicated. But somehow, I wasn't able to be infected with the disease.

When I asked Alpha Ryven about it, he attributed it to the fact that I was a direct descendant of the moon goddess and was immune to it.

I still haven't forgotten about what happened the last time I was here. About the way, Alpha Ryven treated me like I was nothing. Maybe it was because of the way I am useful in the pack now that I know I was no longer who I used to be before.

And that included getting my wolf. One thing I had come to learn about my wolf was that she was a very quiet and observant wolf. I talked with her. Apparently, her name is Athena. A very unique name and she also appears to be filled with wisdom. One she wasn't willing to share with me.

Hours passed while I worked on different people with the Beta's gaze still on me. I often wondered what my fate in this pack was. Although I was given special treatment by Alpha Ryven which was a stark contrast to what I was given in my former pack, I still didn't feel like I belonged.

At first, I thought it was because of the looks I got from the people. But I think it has something to do with what Ava said some days ago.

I had woken up in her room and she spared me no breathing moment to bring back her offer. But this time, she was frantic. I didn't know why. Which led me to think there was more I didn't know about.

"You should get some rest," the Beta's voice startled me out of my thoughts. I have grown so accustomed to healing the people, that I could do so with my eyes closed

"Just for a little bit and I will be out of here," I said to him. Somehow, these days I hardly get tired except in the mornings when the sun hasn't come up. And during those times, I felt a little sick.

"Alpha Ryven said to leave at exactly five o'clock. And that's what the time says now," he pushed on.

"I know!" I snapped at him. "Just for a little while. And I can take care of myself. Alpha Ryven knows that. And you should also give in to that knowledge," I said annoyed that he was always following Alpha Ryven around like he doesn't have a life of his own.

After some silence passed between us, I felt bad about the way I spoke to him. I knew nothing about him apart from his name. Didn't he have a family? He looked young but some men his age already had a family of their own.

"Do you have a family?" I heard myself asking when the silence was becoming unbearable.

"Yes," he said. But something happened. I could feel his pain. I didn't know how to feel about that. Maybe the work was getting to me and I needed a good sleep and some food. I pushed aside the thought. Or the feeling.

"How are they?" I asked, feeling like a fool. I was so bad at making conversations, that the air in the room fell a little down at my feeble attempt at making one.

"They are fine," he said respectfully. I didn't have to look back at him to know he was standing still like a statue with an expressionless face. He was always like that.

Sometimes I wondered if he was that way with his family too. The thought of family made me remember what Ava had said and my heart lurched in my throat. She couldn't be right.

As much as I tried to assure myself that she was playing a stupid prank on me, I knew she was dead serious. She would gain nothing from playing a prank on me. And more, she didn't strike me as the kind of person who would play a prank on anyone.

Which made a stupid little part of me believe she was right. But if she was right, that meant I was in deep trouble.

It didn't stem from the part where she thought I was pregnant but from what would happen if I was pregnant. And only one word came to mind - Alexander.

I had sex with him. It was one of those days when you wake up and feel like everything is a dream and go back to being normal. It was a fling. A real one. I could barely remember it because I willed myself not to. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

And that day, he was being like someone different. Someone that only existed in my fantasy. I unconsciously touched my stomach.

"You need to eat. You'll need the energy to take on more patients later," he said to me thinking I touched my stomach because I was hungry.

"I'll soon be done," I said, wrapping a bandage across a man's head. This job seemed as if I was born into it.

And even if I hated to admit it to myself, I love to do it. It gave me a feeling of importance.

The man thanked me and left and I was done for the day. I looked at my feet as they throbbed under me. I had been sitting in the same position for hours without standing up.

And if I really was pregnant, I needed to take care of my health and my baby. I couldn't do that without having any money. I wondered if Alpha Ryven planned to pay me for the job I was rendering.

I knew I was being selfish because Alpha Ryven had been nothing but my savior. The treatment I received here was nothing I ever dreamed I would be getting in my former pack.

But no matter the treatment I received, nothing prepared me for what happened later in the day.

"You seem tired," he said to me when he came into my room.

I was by the couch reading a favorite book of mine that contained too many explicit scenes for my young mind. It filled me with a lot of images I would rather bury in the deepest part of my heart.

Alpha Ryven's eyes went to the book in my hand. But before he could see what was written on the cover of the book, I hid it behind my back.

Amusement danced in his eyes but he said nothing much to my relief. I didn't want him to know I had been consuming those kinds of books. Not because I didn't want him to think less of me. But because I didn't want him to know I had been fantasizing more about him.

And that had nothing to do with my feelings for him. If anything, I had grown more distant with him. Well, I fantasized about him because he was the closest male I had in my life at that moment.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking," I said and there was an awkward silence in the room. I could very well feel his intense gaze on me.

That's why I wasn't surprised when he moved over to the couch and sat down opposite me. I dared to look up. And goodness, Alpha Ryven was a fine specimen of a man!

His face was neatly pieced together, featuring dark eyebrows resting on enchanting eyes that seemed to draw me in. And his lips were wide and bow-shaped, with hollow cheekbones.

But what made him more pleasing to look at were his eyes. And the way his lips moved when he spoke. I gulped and looked away, well aware of the sexual tension in the room.

I was in thin, transparent nightwear. I never expected a guest. More or less an attractive one at that. And the nightwear I usually wore on top of my gown was on the bed.

Earlier, I had been on the bed but I needed to see the scenery outside with the smell of the flowers wafting into my nose. And then I moved and I regretted that terribly.

I couldn't stand up to get it for fear of Alpha Ryven's seeing all of me. Although he could do that right now, with my breasts lying bare for him, stinging slightly, calling to him.

"I've apologized already. And you say you have forgiven me. But I knew you didn't. How can I make it up to you?" He asked me and moved closer to me on the couch.

"Nothing. Just do nothing. I told you already. I'm not mad at you."

"Then why do you have that look in your eyes? I see how you avoid me. Isn't that enough reason for me to believe you are hiding from me then this," he pointed to my hands.

I looked down and realized I had been clutching the book tightly to myself. And that was when he seemed to notice what I was in as his eyes traced my hands to my chest.

My chest felt constricted as we stayed like that for a while. I was aware he could see my pointed nipples from the gown. I inwardly groaned as I cursed myself for choosing this nightwear today of all days.

"You look…" he trailed off as his eyes came to rest on my face, my eyes. There were so many emotions swimming in them. But most of all, lust.

"Look what?" I whispered. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I wanted him to say it.

"You look beautiful. I mean, you're beautiful. Has anyone told you that?" He whispered back and I thought about it.

Hard.

"No," I said and he scooted closer to me, his hands came in my hair. He stopped as if waiting for me to give him approval before running his hands through it.

I was silent and silence meant approval so he went on with it. I closed my eyes while I relished in his smell and his hands in my hair.

I felt his breath in my neck and he kissed it. It made me feel like one of the main characters in a book I usually read. My emotions were running riot.

I let him trail wet kisses down my neck. My head screamed at me to pull back but I was too consumed by the emotions to give heed to them before his words made me open my eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked ever so gently I would have missed it if he wasn't so close to me.