The Alpha King’s Possession

16. Little miss

Julia felt ashamed by the statement Arya made and slowly let go of her wrist before tottering away.

Arya proceeded to walking into the same direction but finds herself stopping as lots of questions pops in her head and she’s unable to answer any.

“Why?”

Arya leaned against the wall and placed her hands on her chest to feel the level at which it was beating.

Yes, she’s scared that something will go wrong with him when she’s still trying to confirm if he is that man.

Not yet, nothing must happen to him.

As soon as she makes her decision, she sped towards his chamber and saw Julia walked into the room so she stayed away to see or hear what might be going on.

“Why can’t I be here?” Julia’s voice made a resounding echo .

“We do not need more people to treat him, I respect you, else I’ll have you bundled out of here!” The physician half yelled at her.

“Listen to her, this is what Alpha Damon would want” Owen stepped in even though he knew she doesn’t take him into regard.

“Bullshit!” Julia scoffed and stormed out of the room whilst glaring as she walked past Arya.

“That woman he mentioned earlier, please find her and bring her here” The physician said to Owen who nodded his head and exit the room.

Arya hid behind one of the poles whilst pacing around it, avoiding eye contacts with the guards.

“Argh!” She gasped in shock when she felt a bulgy hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t be scared..

“I was scared” her legs failed her as she falls to the ground whilst holding her chest.

“Come with me” Owen ordered and began to walk away.

“To where?” Arya asked out of curiosity as she was scared that they would do something to her now that the only person who was capable of doing so is now down.

“Did you not learn the protocols to follow here?” Owen flared whilst raising his brows.

“It seems you don’t know, I was forced into this place…” she uttered silently.

“I was kidnapped by that your Alpha so there is nothing like protocol and..”

“Hold it there, now isn’t the time for this” Arya compressed hee lips whilst rolling hee eyes.

She dropped her hands behind her back as she follows after him. She almost hit her head in his back as she was concentrating elsewhere.

Arya looked around and spotted a lady wearing a white garment treating him.

Is it that serious?’ She asked herself whilst clearing her throat.

“Come up here” the physician called up to her but she was busy in her thoughts and failed to realize until Owen pushed her forward.

She despises Owen already.

Arya’s feet carried her towards his bed which was now covered with white flowery nets that makes it difficult for anyone to see what was going on until they step in.

Arya felt a knot tied up in her throat the moment she sighted his wounded area and the blood covered bed sheets.

Without hesitation, she turned away whilst covering her mouth as if she wanted to puke.

“You don’t see blood?” The physician asked, a kind of curiosity appearing on her face.

What type of wolf hates to see blood?

And it is impossible for her to tell if Arya wasn’t one because Alpha Damon has used his way to to outsmart anyone from detecting her true identity.

“I don’t hate it, I just don’t want to see it”

“Do you feel this during your monthly time too?”

‘Why is the question coming here?’ Arya asked herself, unable to reply the lady.

“No!”

“May I know why you need me here?” She asked, wanting to clear the awkwardness.

“You’ll clean his wound, feed him this and stay with him until he is awake, you’ll inform me immediately you see any reaction from him!” Arya shakes her head in confusion.

She was only able to grab unto the word “you’ll”

Every other thing said passed through the other ear.

Arya felt embarrassed to ask her to repeat herself so she just nods and waits for what’ll happen next.

She cleared her throat when both Owen and the physician exit the room and left her behind.

“I am to do this?” She asked, staring at the concoction in her hand.

After giving it a long thought, she dropped it and began to take out the red sheets, she moved on to covering his wounds and cleaning the beads of sweats coming up on his forehead.

“What could have happened on the hunting ground?” She asked herself all sort of rhetorical questions.

The unsolved puzzle came when it was time for her to feed him the concoction.

Arya was totally out of idea on how to go about it.

She cleared her throat and moved closer to his head, she took a sip from the concoction and..

“Aish!” Arya squeezed her mouth and grabbed the bed sheets as the taste of the concoction sent shivers down her spine from how bitter it tasted.

“This won’t work, I should probably go get a funnel” she said and proceeded to getting up but shakes the thought out of her head.

She gulped the saliva down her throat and heaves a deep breath whilst taking another sip and moves closer to his mouth.

Arya used her other hand to force open his mouth whilst trying to spit the concoction into his mouth but it ended up turning into a kiss.

She jerked away and kept on doing it till there was nothing left in the bowl.

“Don’t…” Arya thought she was hearing things as she tried pulling away only to see that it was from him.

“Kiss me, now!” She couldn’t believe her ears or this man.

“I can’t, you’re sick and…”

“What if I’m that strange man from Artemis river” Damon said with close eyes and dead body movement.

“You clearly said that wasn’t you…”

“Little miss, just kiss me!” Damon requested, slowly bringing his hands to her waist.

“You’re hurt, I can’t!” Arya made it clear whilst pulling away.

She wants to, but she just can’t.

All she wants is to rush into his arms and hug him, Blame him for never coming to see her again and only appearing now.

But in his state, that cannot happen.

Damon forced himself to get up whilst scrunching his face and staring at the confused Arya.

“Come here” He requested with a frail voice.

Arya stepped up to him and sat right beside him, Damon brings his fingers to her face.

Tracing it on her lips and across her face as he stares at hee wholeheartedly, what he has been waiting for!

“Promise that you’ll give me a good kiss once I’m healed?” He asked, staring into the ocean of her eyes.

“I…I promise” she stuttered and he immediately let go of her hair.

She watched over him till he was fully asleep.

The following morning

“How can you tell us to fully calm and continue with the meeting when the Alpha King isn’t present???” The elders yelled as they rush over to Damon’s Chamber.

“He’s fine, I wouldn’t proceed with the meeting if he didn’t want it!” Owen fired back angrily but it was too late.

There was no announcement made as they angrily pushed the door to his bedroom only for them to see that he was yet to awake but they were stunned by the position they met him.

“Are you lying that the Alpha Is sick for your own benefit?, how can a sick person sleep with a woman in his bed??”

Arya’s body slowly reacted to the argument, so did Damon’s body.

“Do not raise your head!” He ordered the minute his eyes popped open.

“What’s with all this fuss?”

“Greetings Alpha King” they all bowed.

“We thought Beta Owen was lying to us about your situation since we weren’t present at the hunting ground and we needed to..”

“Confirm?” Damon asked angrily?

“You are saying my Beta cannot be trusted?”

“No, we never said that”

“But that’s what it looks like?, if you weren’t negligent to your duties, won’t this situation be open to you as well?, you’re no fit for what you do”

“Doing too much and acting like you do not want me gone behind this awful face of yours is the most brutal thing to ever do!”

“Along with everyone that supported him, throw them into the dungeon and until I give my orders, they’re not mean to leave!” Owen who was already waiting for this Chance for the humiliation they caused him called the guards to drag them away.

“One more thing before you all leave,” Damon squeezed his face as he felt a sharp pain below.

any announcement from him always comes with a kind of surprise that no one would ever expect.

“The Luna selection will begin tomorrow”