The Cursed Alpha and His Healer

Seven. An Itch

SINISTER’S POV:

I watched as Aerith hung her head in what looked like shame. It was hard for me to understand the girl. I was giving her a chance, that wasn’t what I was known for. I wasn’t the Alpha that had mercy or gave chances.

I didn’t even stop to think sometimes when it involved matters like this, I was the Alpha that killed first and asked questions later.

This was chance number two to confess. Even if she had chosen to lie in my office, this was the time to redeem herself. But she wasn’t taking that option. Instead she was sticking to her flimsy lie.

Flipping off the light switch, I watched as she gasped in fear at the darkness that bathed the room once more, but I was past caring.

I turned around and exited the room, making sure to lock the door behind me. I had mind linked the warrior and asked him to take her to a different cell and not the usuals dungeon that I kept my prisoners.

For some reason I felt compelled to do these things when it came to Aerith. It was unexplainable.

I didn’t exactly that she had killed that person and had been trying to hide the body. There were a lot of things wrong with that scenario.

Like where she had killed the person and how she had dragged them that deep into the woods. It didn’t make sense that she had killed a person in the woods.

She had been found with a bag and the contents of the bag had been a book and healing herbs.

The area where the body had been found had also been searched and there had been no weapon around there.

So it wasn’t hard to believe that Aerith was innocent.

There were two problems with this analyzation. The first was the fact that I was willing to do it in the first place, like I said before, I was the Alpha that killed first and asked questions later.

Aerith should have been dead before I even bothered to make these enquires but from the moment that I stepped outside of my office I had gone straight to the warrior that found her and had given him the task of searching the area properly.

And when he had come back with her bag and information that he had found no signs of violence in the area I had been even more convinced that the amethyst eye colored girl wasn’t exactly lying about not actually commuting the murder.

The second problem was the fact that there was a piece of this that was still missing and it meant that the girl was still lying.

She didn’t exactly kill a person but she knew something about that body laying in the woods and I intended to get it out of her.

Walking towards the dining room, I hummed in satisfaction when I saw that my dinner had been laid out for me.

It was hard to believe that there were other people that lived in my home with me, mostly because the maids were to scared of me to ever be in my presence.

So it was pretty common to find the place deserted and quiet. The only part of the home that held life was the slave quarters. That was the only place that held conversations and the likes. The rest of the home was usually eerily silent.

Settling down to eat, I could feel my wolf walk around my mind restlessly.

I fully intended on ignoring him and that was exactly what I did.

But soon the itch in my mind began.

It never completely faded away but it usually took me being really stressed for it to become noticeable.

I tried to ignore it as usual but it seemed like the more I tried the worse it became.

Sighing heavily, I left the rest of my food and headed to my room. Maybe a shower would help calm my mind.

The moment I made the first step up the stairs, I felt it.

The raging fire that came with my wolf going out of control. It was hard to explain where the feeling came from but in the next minute I was turning back around and heading for the cell that held Aerith.

AERITH’S POV

It felt like I was stuck in a time loop of wake and sleep. It didn’t feel like a long time had passed since the Alpha’s last visit to the room but I had fallen asleep and woken up a lot of times in the little space.

Each time I came awake, my head throb harder than before and my throat felt on the edge of giving out from the dryness.

The only thing that made sense in the moment was my ragged breathing. It was the only sound I could properly understand.

The rest of the sounds around me sounded blurred out. Like there were not meant for my ears.

The darkness in the room wasn’t helping me in the least. I gelt suffocated and my ragged breathing got even worse and worse as the seconds ticked by.

Then it was too overwhelming for me. I began struggling against the restraints that held me up, but the chains merely budged no matter how much I struggled against it.

It only served to drain me of the last strength that I had. And then it felt like I was falling, deeper and deeper.

Until…

All was calm and quiet again and the blackness was taking over my mind once more.

The next time I woke up, it was to the feeling of being watched. It felt like the piercing stare of someone had pierced through the fog that clouded my mind and brought me to wakefulness.

I blinked rapidly to try to clear the last fog, the moment I was able to do that, the feeling multiplied. I could feel eyes on me but I couldn’t be sure where it was coming from and that sent me into a frenzy.

My heart stuttered to a stop when I heard them walk towards where I was hung.

Then their scent filtered into my nose. It was something masculine along with a tang. It was bitter and sweet and it made me scrunch my nose.

And in the next minute a gentle brush was tickling my cheeks.

The feeling of a callous hand running against my face was what I felt.

At the realization, a loud scream escaped my throat.