I Married The Alpha of Alphas

Episode 2

The sound of beeping machines and the scent of chemicals and medicine hit my nose. My head hurts, I don't know where I am. When I open my eyes, I am met by the face of a man I did not know. He was smiling down at me, holding a pen and a board, scribbling something down.

“Good to see that you’re awake. It was touch and go for a while.’’ I shake my head, trying to block the light of his little torch that he was shining in my eyes.

“Where, where am I?’’

“You’re in the hospital. I hit you with my car.’’ The man, who was wearing a white coat, walked over to the other side of the bed and came to touch my hand. “You jumped out of nowhere. I didn’t see you coming, plus my car’s speed was already accelerated.’’

“You’re the one who hit me?’’ It was slowly coming back to me. I remember clutching my dress and running out of the church. I remember crying so much that my vision was blinded by my own tears.

“You’re going to be fine. And so is your baby.’’ I touched my stomach, feeling relieved.

“You brought me here?’’

“Yes, I carried you in my car and brought you to my hospital. I operated on you and made sure you’re all fine. Don’t worry about any bills, everything is well taken care of.’’ He smiled, he touched my hand again, caressing it. His words were reassuring, yet with his touch, something sparked inside me.

“Your hospital? Who are you?’’ I hadn’t seen his face before. But I knew he was a werewolf. His scent.

“I’m your doctor silly.’’ He laughs, hitting my arm playfully.

“How long have i been here?’’

“Twenty three days.’’ He answers, looking down at his chart again. He was incredibly attractive, but that wasn’t why I was drawn to him.

“What do you think, Amerie?’’ I asked my wolf, but there was no voice inside of me. My wolf was quiet.

“Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?’’ He was waving his hand over my face, worried.

“Yes doctor, I’m feeling well. Has anyone been to see me?’’ His expression falters, confirming my fears. My father had chosen to side with my step sister, as always.

“Doctor,’’ I called out, and he turned to me. “Would you like to marry me?’’

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Mason’s POV

I don’t even know this girl, she’s just a Jane Doe I hit with my car. She was wearing a wedding dress for christ sake, that should have been redflag number one. But I’ve been watching over and taking care of her the last twenty three days. It wasn’t because I felt guilty for hitting her, it was something else.

My wolf, Max, was also drawn to the beautiful stranger in my hospital. I wanted to protect her, but I didn’t understand why I had that primal need.

“Doctor,’’ She called out, as I was getting ready to leave. I turned to her, offering a smile. “Would you like to marry me?’’ My jaw drops, did I just hear right? Marry her?

I stare back at her, we look at each other silently. She’s not taking back her words, that means she’s serious. Why would she be serious about something like that? She doesn’t even know me.

"And what would our marriage be like?’’ I played along. I entertained the silly thought.

“Not too happy, but not at all miserable,’’ She answered, as a matter of factly. “I would make a good wife. I am a really good cook. My mother taught me long ago. I can do the laundry and house chores.’’

I wanted to laugh, cooking and laundry aren’t the things I’d expect from a wife. Those are servant duties. “What else?’’ I pressed, willing to see how far she’d go.

“We would have s*x whenever you want. I could give you massages when you’re stressed, blowjobs when you wants, a well made bed, a respectful wife.’’

I smiled as I touched her hand, “I’m not looking for a slave.’’

I turned and headed for the door. “Wait,’’ She called out, stopping me. “What are you looking for?’’

That question had me questioning my own motives. What was I looking for? Certainly not a wife. I am the alpha of alphas for crying out loud, I hate commitment. I just ran from one relationship only to find myself trapped in another.

No way.

"I own this hospital. I also own thirteen apartment complexes, a ranch, a mall, and a few other businesses. I want a partner. Atleast to show off. My parents are pressuring me to get a mate. My reputation as a businessman gets mud from the women I sleep with. If…’’ I paused, I looked at her, reading the expression of pure curiosity in her eyes. She was adorable. What would I do with her? In my hands, she would break. I am Alpha King Mason Geller, women fall apart at the thought of me. Not for looks, money or power, but for who I am. Good or bad.

“If what?’’ She pressed, swallowing hard, staring down at my lips, waiting for the next thing I’d say. I knew she was running from something. Why else would she have been in a wedding dress that day. She’s perfect. She is exactly what I need to wean off my parents and my packs.

“If we got married, we would pretend to be mates. You would move into my pack, I would introduce you to my family, and you would become my wife. I will take care of your baby, and claim it as mine. I will save you from the shame and protect you from who you run from that day.’’ She seemed lost, like in a trance. A lot of things about her were still a mystery. I’d stopped myself from running the usual background checks on patients, I didn’t know why. Yet now, I wanted to know everything about her.

“Let’s get one thing straight my dear, you are not my servant. I have people to cook, clean, and make my bed. If you wanted to cook, you would, but it is not expected of you. I will marry you so you can be my pretend mate. Enough to get my parents off my back and the pack happy. Deal?’’

I stretched out my hand, she stared down at it, reaching mindlessly.

“Deal.’’

Then that’s settled, I’ve found a wife!