Page 4 of Revna’s Alpha (Safe Haven #1)

CHAPTER FOUR

REVNA

R evna felt herself sucking on something, drinking something. It tasted sweet and chocolatey. What was it?

“You’re okay,” someone whispered as they ran their hands through her hair.

Who was that? Why were they telling her she was okay? Had something happened?

She continued to drink whatever was coming from the bottle. Chocolate milk, maybe. Whatever it was, it was absolutely delicious.

Revna moved her arms and legs, groaning as the pain shot up her leg.

“You’re alright. You are safe and secure. Nothing is going to happen to you,” the man gently spoke again. “Open your eyes when you are ready. Daddy is patient.”

Daddy? How did he know she was a Little? Did she talk in her sleep?

He continued to run his hands through her hair, calming her down. Sparks flew across her skin whenever he touched her. What were those?

Revna slowly opened her eyes and moved her head to the right. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Short brown hair with piercing blue eyes. The man in front of her smiled and she stopped breathing for a second.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “Continue to drink. You need all the fluids you can get.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together. Liquids? Why did she need liquids? Normally she was amazing at remembering to drink her water. She had to be if she wanted to be able to perform as much as she did. There was no way she could pass out in the middle of a performance.

Revna tried to move her head to get the bottle out of her mouth. Daddy was holding the bottle firmly in place so she couldn’t spit it out.

“No.”

Her eyes went wide. No?

“No trying to spit it out. Finish the bottle and once it’s done we can talk and I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Who was he?

“I can see the defiance in your eyes. If you don’t, there will be consequences. Ones you don’t like.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out if he was just saying it to say it or if he was actually going to follow through.

“Try me if you want to see if I’m bluffing or not.”

Revna closed her eyes for a couple of seconds before she started to suckle again, finishing off the bottle. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to do it, it was just weird in front of someone she didn’t know. Revna felt the connection to him, the pull, but she didn’t know what it was.

Was he going to explain that? Was he going to explain how she got here? Why was she here? What happened to her? Why was she in pain?

“Such a good girl,” he gently said. “My good Little girl.”

He pulled the bottle out of her mouth and sat it down somewhere.

“My name is Dante. What’s yours?”

“Revna,” she whispered.

“Nice to meet you.”

She tried to sit up once again, but he put his hand on her chest, holding her down.

“Why?” she groaned.

“Because you’ve hurt yourself, Little one.”

“Why are you calling me Little one?”

“Because you are a Little and I’m a Daddy.”

Her mouth hung open.

“How did you know?” she whispered, not believing he actually knew what she was.

“Because we are in a magical town where everyone is either a Dom or a submissive of some type.”

She shook her head. There was no way that was possible. Such a place did not exist. Maybe in fiction romance books it was, but she wasn’t in a book.

“I know it’s a lot to process. The town is Safe Haven, I think you saw a sign for it before you walked through the barrier?”

Her eyes went wide as she remembered seeing the sign. She had been in so much pain that she didn’t really care what it was called.

“Safe Haven is exactly what it’s called, a safe place for people. It’s a town full of werewolves and humans. Everyone is some type of Caregiver, Little, or Middle. It’s how the town works and thrives. Once you are healed, I’ll show you my wolf form.”

She should be freaking out the more he talked, but she wasn’t. If anything, she was more intrigued with every passing second.

“The bottle I gave you has something in it to help keep you calm and it also has medicine in it so you won’t feel the pain.”

“Pain.”

“Yes, pain. Are you in any?”

She shook her head. “No, but what happened?”

She remembers getting hurt but not how or how bad it was. It was like her brain was trying to protect her from the memory.

“You broke part of your leg and have a gash on it. There is a way to heal it, but you may not like it. I have the ultimate decision because it is your health but I wanted to let you know.”

Revna was intrigued by that. What could possibly help her heal?

“And if I don’t want to do it? How long will it take to heal?”

“Months of not being able to put any weight on your leg. And at that point you could still need more time.”

“And if I did the thing to heal it?”

“A couple of hours at most. Werewolves have better healing than humans, way better.”

“So what do we have to do?”

She patiently waited for him to tell her. He seemed hesitant and she didn’t know why. Was it that bad? Why would he suggest it if it was bad?

“Are you going to tell me?” she asked.

“I need you to keep an open mind when I tell you. It’s not going to turn you into a werewolf. Though, if you want to, I can, but this won’t turn you into one.”

Her heart started to beat faster as she thought about the possibilities. “Are you going to give me some of your blood so it circulates through me and mixes with my blood?”

“Not exactly.”

How else would it work?

“Then how?”

“You would drink it.”

Her eyes went wide. “Drink your blood?”

“Yes, Little one. Drink my blood.”

“No.”

“I said to keep an open mind.”

“I am! I don’t want to do it. How does that even work? It’s not going through my blood stream and healing me. It’s just going to go into my stomach and I’ll pee it out.”

It made no sense.

“Are you pulling my leg?” she asked. “Trying to pull a prank on me?”

“No, I’m not. This is how it’s done. I don’t know why or how it works. It’s magic just like this town. It works and you’ll heal within a couple of hours and be able to walk the next day.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

Blood didn’t taste good at all.

“Revna.”

“No, I would rather it take longer to heal. I don’t want to do it.”

“Do you want to be confined to a wheelchair for months and it possibly not work? You’ll miss out on a lot of fun that goes on in this town. You won’t be able to do anything on your feet for half a year or more.”

Her whole body went still. For half a year she wouldn’t be able to dance. Would she be able to survive?

“I don’t know. I don’t think I want to do it.”

“Well, remember how I said I had the ultimate decision? You are going to be doing it.”