Caring For My Stranger Mate
1208 Words
Damien's POV
I shuffled my feet as I sat in the car heading back to my pack.
I was deep in thought.
A war is coming.
I had gone to the Fiery Fang pack for a political meeting, but everything went south when the Alpha insulted my late father.
My late father was a man of virtue, he never agreed to be fraudulent, like most of the other Alphas.
That was why he was loved by many. He was also hated by many because of his honesty and transparency.
The other Alphas saw it as him being weak, and also distanced themselves from him.
I couldn't sit and watch the Alpha call my late father weak and I pounced on him, almost choking him to death, save for the invention of five of the guards that managed to pull me off him.
The fight was bloody and even though I won, and I had the upper hand, I knew a war was brewing.
I turned around and saw my Beta, Henry sitting by my side, his expression was brim as he stared out of the window.
“Was I wrong?” I found myself asking him.
He turned to me and smiled softly, “No Damien, you are not wrong… he had no right to talk rubbish about your late father.”
Henry balled his fist tightly as his knuckles turned white.
“You were even merciful, I would have slit his throat.”
I gulped and looked back up at the road.
“I don't want a war… my father was a man of peace, he trusted me to follow in his footsteps, and that was why he chose me to be Alpha among my brothers.”
Henry breathed in sharply, “You are right, Damien.”
I relaxed my back on the seat as I stared at the moon out the window.
I felt a soft slap on my knee and a soft squeeze.
I turned to look at Henry.
“Do not think too much about this, I believe we will find a way to settle this off without a war.”
I smiled back at him and nodded.
Henry was a good friend and Beta. I knew he was just trying to make me feel better, but I don't think there is a way to resolve this without a war.
Henry took his hand back and nodded back.
“Where is David?” I asked Henry.
“I saw him leave during the fight, he drove off with his car.”
I shook my head in disappointment, “Such a weakling, running away from a fight,” I muttered under my breath.
I widened my eyes as the tire of my car screeched and came to a sudden halt.
“What happened Matt?” I asked my driver.
“I think I hit something, ing sir,” Matt replied in a quick panicked tone.
“Something?” I asked.
“No, some… someone sir,” he blurted out in a shaky voice.
“Darm it,” I cursed as I jumped out of the car and rushed to the front.
I furrowed my brows when I saw a blonde lady sprawled on the floor with a torn dress on her.
I squatted next to her and felt for a pulse. Henry's shoes appeared in front of me.
“Is she alive?” Henry asked.
I breathed out slowly and realized I had been holding my breath for a while.
“Yes, she is alive.”
I lifted her from the ground and turned to Henry.
“Use the other car coming behind, let me take her in my car.”
Henry nodded at me and I rushed towards the car. Matt opened the door to the back seat for me and I carried her in and sat down, before placing her head on my thighs.
“Move Now Matt!” I thundered with a worried look on my face.
The car zoomed off, and I stared down at her.
Her blonde wavy hair was all over her face. I used my finger to softly shove her hair off her face.
I gulped as soon as I saw her face, my heart throbbed.
“MATE,” my heart raced as my wolf created a bond with her immediately.
I looked out the window and saw that it was too late. No hospital would be open by this time, so I decided to just take her home.
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I reached home and carried her in my arms to my room. I placed her on my bed and looked down at her.
She is a mess, her dress is torn, and she has blood stains on her blond hair and her lips.
Her knee was bruised and bleeding.
I looked up. My eyes went up her legs, her dress was torn, and I could see way up her legs.
“s**t,” I muttered as I looked away from her legs.
“I need to get David to come attend to her,” I said, and walked out of my room.
I walked down the corridor and stood in front of David's room.
I raised my knuckles to knock, but I paused.
I can't remember the last time I came to my brother's room.
I huffed out a sigh and knocked on the door.
I knocked twice more, but there was no response.
“Always missing when he is needed,” I scoffed, and walked back to my room.
I took out the first aid box from my wardrobe and placed it on the bed as I sat next to her.
I placed a bowl of water and a soft cloth inside on a side stool.
“I guess I'll have to do this myself then,” I said with a gulp.
My hands touched her neck softly, and I sucked in air through my parted lips at the warmth of her skin.
I slowly tore her dress off her body from the neck down, I gritted my teeth and held my breath as I stared at her perky molds before my eyes.
I bit down on my bottom lip when I noticed a bruise on her mold. I looked back at her face as my eyes were saddened.
“Who hurt you like this?” I asked softly, it that was obvious she was molested.
I breathed in and started to clean her wounds.
Soon I was done cleaning all the dirt and bloodstains on her body. I had also dressed her wounds.
I was about to go get her dressed when I noticed the dirt on my body because I had carried her.
I covered her up with my duvet and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.
After a while, I came out of the bathroom bare-chested with a white towel around my waist.
I walked up to my wardrobe and put on his pajamas.
I took out extra pajamas and wore them on him before I snuggled up in bed beside her.
I couldn't help but wonder what she would say when she woke up.
I stared at her face for a while before my eyes fluttered shut and I fell asleep.
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