Page 15 of Mate to the Alpha Called God (The Alpha King of Naturiah Trilogy #2)

A lphose held the head of the last Wolfhunter and twisted his neck. The sound of cracks was heard as his head twisted to the back.

As he convulsed, dying, Alphose went in search of the leader, the Wolfhunter told him about before he'd killed him. Before he'd killed him, he'd questioned him.

They came here to kill him and capture Ismena, just like he suspected. But the man said something strange.

"We have orders to get the Successful out of that hospital room and take her back with us!" He'd confessed in terror while pleading for his life.

He had referred to Ismena as the Successful.

What is the Successful?

Alphose had no idea what it is, but he had plans to find out before he eventually kills the leader of this particular pack and put an end to their hunt. Bastards think they can mess with him and a lady under his protection?

His cougar howled in rage inside him, still hungry for more fights.

But, Alphose was surprised when he got to the location given by the Wolfhunter but no one was there. He could not find the leader.

He searched and searched. Their leader, who the Wolfhunter had called Simon, was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the hospital and have that leg checked out?" The human doctor asked worriedly, "This will not be enough to heal that wound—"

"I am sure," Wolfaraine stated firmly, outstretching his hand towards Alpha Degar. He was lying on his bed, in his bedroom while the doctor hovered over him.

The leopard Alpha handed the documents to him, without saying a word. He was worried because he knows the Alpha King is in more pain than he's letting on. He is just too stubborn to admit it.

Degar cannot imagine being shot by a bullet that contains rhodium. Twice. In the same leg.

He shuddered.

"But, I will still advice—"

"That will be all, doctor." Wolfaraine spared the doctor a blank stare that spoke volumes. He wants the human doctor away from him.

His cougar wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. It growled inside him, baring its teeth. Wolfaraine closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to suppress the cougar's instincts, even as he was swallowing the pains shooting all over him from his injured leg. "Leave this place, doctor."

The doctor swallowed down his fear. He looked worriedly at the other bulky man standing beside the bed of his huge, scary patient.

The man looked resigned. "That will be all, doctor. Thank you so much for coming down here."

The doctor still wanted to persist in persuading his patient to come down to the hospital to get his wounds properly treated, but one look at the patient in question killed his doctor's instincts. "Okay, I'll b-be on my way now."

"I told you not to bring me a doctor." Wolfaraine said without taking his eyes away from the paper in front of him after the doctor left.

"Forgive me, Alpha King. I couldn't just sit back and watch you in so much pain, even though you hid it so well. I had to do something." He bowed his head as a sign of pleading for his forgiveness, "Even if it means bringing in a human doctor."

"You know more than I do that their drugs won't heal the wound. It is just a waste of time."

"But it'll help reduce the pain no matter how little," Degar countered softly, "At least until I'm able to arrange for Harhan, the healer, to come here to the human wor—"

"Do not bother, Degar." Wolfaraine interrupted. "Even if you get Harhan here, there is only little he can be able to do. This is not a small wound, as you know."

That was when he raised his head a bit to look at the leopard Alpha, "You and I know that I'll need more than Harhan's herbs for this leg to heal properly. "

Degar knows that too, which is why it worries him greatly. The Alpha King needs body intimacy with a female. A lot of it.

And very soon too.

"Am I permitted to suggest..." The leopard Alpha trailed off uncertainly.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

"I am not taking a female sentinel to my bed, Degar." Just the thought of it, has the wolf stretching awake its teeth bared in aggression.

But that was not what had him blinking in surprise.

It was the way he felt completely repulsed by the idea too. Him. His male self, not the part of him that is a werewolf.

His body wanted Ismena. Not the body of any female sentinel. It was greatly surprising.

But, he hid well behind the pains through his body from his left leg. "I am not taking a female sentinel to my bed." He repeated, calmly.

Alpha Degar took a deep breath at the Alpha King's adamancy. "Okay. Another suggestion I can think of is going back to Naturiah, My King. Let's go back and treat your leg. Then, we come back—"

"It'll already be too late by then, Degar. Yacht Farmland will sell the lands to Nector and Co. Limited. You and I know how bad that'll affect this business branch." He folded the papers and straightened on the bed. "I will survive, Degar. It's just a leg. So, let's stay here and get this done."

"But—"

"My decision is final." He stated firmly.

Degar wanted so hard to make him listen, but he knows how futile his attempt will be. Once the Alpha King decides, it's final.

"As you wish, Alpha King." He responded at last.

Wolfaraine nodded curtly. "Our best bet is to conclude this business as fast as we can before going back, Degar."

"Okay. I will call Alpha Cronus to set another date for our meeting with Yacht Farmland, and to set it as soon as possible." Degar said, watching his Alpha King stand on his feet, wobbling a bit.

Degar had removed the bullets before calling the human doctor who managed to bandage the wounded area. But it is still a bad wound that needs to be treated properly.

As Wolfaraine walked from the bedroom to his bathroom, Degar had to swallow a wince with each step he took. It must hurt like the very devil.

And yet, the Alpha King did not give away any reaction, except a slight limp as he walked.

Again, Degar marveled at how strong he is. A male who single-handed killed hundreds of armed soldiers hours ago, with only two bullets in the left leg to show for such a dangerous, bloody fight.

"I will make sure we conclude this business fast, so, we can go back home." Degar vowed out loud.

Rhodium acts like a poison. It never heals and it spreads like a virus unless it is treated properly. Or it will be critical.

The Alpha King's leg has to get treated as soon as possible .

Simon felt dizzy when his eyes opened. A dark room. He was in a dark room. A window to the right has some sort of a blinding light coming through it. And, he was not here alone.

He tried to move, but he could not. It came to his realization that he was restrained to a chair and his hands were tied behind his back.

A shadow came forward, directly walked into the illumination of that light, and that was when he saw the man it was.

At first, he looked like a stranger. A face he was never seen before. He is not a changeling either. So, what does a dumb human male want with him!?

But, as he pushed his eyes to slits and looked again... This face...

His eyes opened widely to see clearly, the man in front of him.

"You..." That single word came out hoarse from his mouth, filled with surprise.

"Hello, Simon." The voice said.

It's him! Indeed, it's him!!

"Dr. Hector...? What is... What is..?" Simon was too shocked to form words.

Dr. Hector!?

But, he died eighteen years ago with Dr. Angor!?

"You look older now, Simon. Older than you're supposed to look." Dr. Hector said casually. "Guess the years weren't good on you."

"You're alive...? Hector, you are really alive...!? We all thought you were dead! Why did you only show up now!? Dr. Beloca will be happy to know you are alive! "

"Oh... Beloca? He runs things now?" Dr. Hector walked to a corner, his eyes on a dusty old chair positioned to the wall.

"Yes, he does. Wait. Why do you have me tied here?" He tugged at his restrains, "Untie me right now, doc. We are on the same side! Untie me, this shīt hurts."

Hector lifted the chair, came back in front of his prisoner, lowered it, and sat down on the squeaky chair.

"Untie me, I have changelings to catch and I've got a mission to get on to." He tugged at his restraints again.

"The changeling male has killed off all of your men. I took you before he could get to you."

"You did?" Simon was grateful, even as he was angry that he is still restrained, "Thank you for saving my life, now you have to let me go—"

"I did not save your life, Simon. And I have no plans of letting you go." Hector said bluntly.

That was when Simon saw it. A coldness in Hector's eyes. That look...

"Are you going to kill me?" He blurted out.

"Yes." Hector replied without mincing words.

"You bastard...!" He roared angrily. It was starting to make sense now, "You betrayed the Facility!? All the while we thought you were dead, but you betrayed the facility and left? Why!?"

"To keep my family safe. By the way, I am not Hector. Not anymore." Hector replied calmly.

"W-What...!? What do you mean? "

"I am known as Alfred now. Hector died a long time ago. Hector was a doctor who worked for the Facility. I own a workshop now, and I have a family."

"You have a family now?" Simon was already weaving plans on his head. The Facility needs to know about this.

"Yes. But, don't worry, you will not live to tell the Facility." He said casually.

"You think killing me will solve anything!? The Facility will come after you!"

A small cold smile played on Hector's lips then. "They will never know. Just like they never knew anything in the past eighteen years." The smile vanished and a deadly look replaced it, "I will kill you to keep my family safe. I will do anything to keep my daughters safe."

"Your daughters...?"

"That woman you are after, Hazel Smith, is my daughter.

That child you think is gonna become a vessel for many monstrous experiments is my daughter.

There is no 'successful'. Not anymore." He paused.

Took a deep breath. "Not that you would be alive long enough to convey that message to the Facility. "

"There is no Successful? I do not understand." And, Simon truly was finding it hard to understand.

"Alright then, I think it's time we clear up some things. I will tell you a story. Listen up." Hector crossed his arms together, leaned back on the squeaky chair, and crossed his legs too.

"Eighteen years ago..." He began.