Rosella
When I next woke, I heard two voices muttering. One wore a white coat, the other a black suit. It was not Damian, though I could tell the man in black was a Werewolf from his strong features.
I looked around and realized I was still in the same room. I remembered almost falling and being saved again by Damian, the man I loathed the most.
"I need to leave," I muttered. I didn't want to stay in the hospital where my father had died.
The man in the black suit immediately rushed toward me, signaling the other man.
"Miss Rosella," the doctor in white touched my forehead. "How do you feel?" He waved his hands, holding up five fingers. "How many do you see?"
I found the question almost amusing, yet I answered. "Five. I need to leave here," I said.
Instead of replying, he placed a stethoscope on my left chest, then my right.
"Okay, she does not have abnormal breathing," the doctor said, turning to the man in black. "She is in perfect condition, but the bandages on her head and ankle will remain for a week until fully healed."
"Thank you, Doctor John," the man in black said.
"I don't want to be here," I blurted, my frustration boiling as I rose from the bed.
"What are you doing, Rosella?" he asked, as if he knew me.
I groaned, rubbing my forehead. "Who the hell are you again?" I demanded. "I don't know how you know my name, but I owe you no explanation. Where is your king?"
Instead of answering, he exchanged looks with the doctor. "I am talking to you!" I shouted.
"Calm down, human, and do not yell at me," he warned sternly, a tone I could only love hearing from Damian.
Just the thought of him makes me want to pull out my hair.
"Yell at you?" I scoffed. "Stop acting like you care!" I pointed at both of them. "How many humans do you allow in your hospital? None! I do not want special treatment when my fellow humans are dying!"
"That is why you should be thankful the Alpha king did not let you die. Do you know how many days you have been here, and he has not left your side? You should be grateful!"
At the mention of Damian, I felt my heart racing pretty fast. I could never imagine him caring so much for me—or maybe he did not want his sex slave to be damaged. That could explain why he had not let me die while bleeding.
Why else would he care about a human?
"And you think I care about that?" I scoffed. He clenched his fists and stepped closer. I dreaded what he might do, yet I was unafraid. "What will you do to me? Are you going to hit me like you do other humans?" I demanded.
"Enough!" he said, standing beside me without attempting anything further. "Stop acting like a fool and do not anger me!"
I chuckled through gritted teeth and rose from the bed. "And what will you do about it? Hit me or choke me to death?"
"I…" he stopped as the door clicked open. "Your highness," he bowed as Damian entered. "I tried to stop her, but she's not listening."
"Do not concern yourself, Romeo. I understand this," Damian said.
"I know you are trying to save the human, but I do not think she deserves it," Romeo said, turning to leave.
"Perhaps if you learned how to treat humans better, I might regard you as something," I shot back. I hated losing arguments, especially to Werewolves.
"You bitch…" Romeo turned back. "Maybe you deserved that accident," he spat angrily.
"I never begged to be saved," I retorted.
He scoffed and bowed to Damian. "I can never accept her," he muttered, leaving the doctor behind him.
I could not understand what he meant by "accept," but I pushed it aside as Damian approached me.
How are you feeling?" he asked in the most gentle tone I had ever heard, unlike him.
I refused to answer, simply staring at him. After a moment, Damian broke the silence. "It is good to see you improving. I have a proposal for you. One that you wouldn't want to refuse and end up this way again," he sat on the chair opposite me and crossed his legs. "So the simple proposal is that you either become my sex slave or I'll return you to the auction home."
"What?" I shouted, hoping I had misheard him, until he repeated himself.
"You should be glad I saved you, Rosella. Instead of hesitating, give me your answer." He folded his arms. "What is it going to be?"
I clenched my fists, staring into his eyes. He knows what he was doing. How could I refuse him and leave his side? I planned to kill him and free humans. Accepting his offer meant becoming his sex slave, and rejecting it meant that my one chance to kill him would be missed. It was better to accept his offer, kill him before the sex happens, than become another werewolf's property.
"I hate you," I began and heaved a deep sigh. "But you have no choice. If I do not accept your offer, how else was I going to kill you?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Really?" he laughed, leaning closer. "You will kill me?" His breath brushed my face, and I closed my eyes. "I will be waiting," he whispered. "For when you'll kill me, human."
I gulped, not from fear but from the surge of desire his presence stirred within me. Being so close to him sent so many ideas into my head. I wanted to kiss him, yet I was dying to kill him. I wanted him to touch me, yet I detested his hand on me. It was a love-hate relationship.
When he touched my shoulder, I felt the tingling spreading through my body, and I moaned softly.
Damian stared into my eyes and smirked at me. "Your words are different yet your mouth says something else…"
"I…" I tried to speak, but he touched my lips, shushing me. He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me—a warm, slow kiss that I could have refused, but I didn't. Instead, I began to kiss him back.
Though I hated him, I wanted him at that moment, and the kiss was perfect, just like I imagined it to be. The way he moved his lips against mine, the way his lips tasted like sweetness, was what I had imagined it to be.
The Kiss grew more passionate as he dominated my lips, biting on my lower lip, and tongue teasing me. His hand trailed down my neck, and he wrapped it around it.
His lips left mine for a brief moment as he kissed down to my throat, then he sucked on my neck.
My eyes rolled backwards, and I moaned out loud. Then his lips met mine again. "I want you," he said between kisses.
Just as I was about to reply, the door burst open and a voice quickly apologized from the entrance. Taking it as my cue to stop, I slowly pushed him away.
"This isn't over, Rosella," he muttered, winking at me.