(LUCIAN'S POV)
"Your Majesty, your wife also checked in at 9.20 pm…."
I could still hear the nurse's certain tone which had died the moment I looked up at her.
If Doctor Chris had not confirmed that my wife and my nephew were the first people to check in to the hospital on my behalf, I would have had the nurse's neck.
I had ordered for 'my so-called wife' to be sent in and now minutes felt like long hours to me.
A wife? What sort of joke is that?
"With such a dangerous experience, temporary loss of memory due to concussions suffered is possible, Your Majesty." The doctor had said.
Funny how the thought of having a wife had somehow made me momentarily forget about the attack that almost led to my death.
My fists balled in to fists as the flashbacks of the 'accident' replayed in my head. Those were the first images I saw when I woke up.
The truck headed straight for my car. Intentionally. Because I had tried to dodge but it had followed me and ran in to me driving my car off a cliff.
If not for Amarok's hyper sensitivity and reaction, I would be dead. Exactly what someone wanted.
I looked down at my arm which had medical plugs attached to it. I reached down and pulled them out. I let out a stiffened grunt as pain ripped through my body and Amarok growled internally.
Knock. knock.
"Come in." I replied gruffly wondering if it was the nurse or doctor here to apologize and beg for forgiveness after making a mistake with the sign in records.
The knob turned and the moment the hinges of the door creaked, the world stopped. The atmosphere turned thick, drowning me in the scent of night blooming jasmine and sweet nectar, and every passing air did so in a detailed manner that almost felt slowed.
Amarok stirred.
I felt a heaviness in my lungs, making it almost impossible for me to breathe and at the same time a wave of heat overfilled my body.
Then Amarok surged forward, pacing around anxiously with a sharp snarl that made me grip the sheets of the bedsheet. A tear like sound was heard as the door opened fully and an unseen thread seemed to hook me and pull me forward.
"Your Majesty." I heard the doctor say as I shut my eyes to try restoring my balance.
I opened them. My eyes met instantly with a pair of large, round and scared eyes that looked like perfect shards of polished aquamarine.
An unfamiliar wave of calm, a frequency that I never knew I was missing, settled over me, vibrating in my bone marrow.
Amarok let out a deep, ingrown cry and my heart raced even faster than already.
Mine! Mine! My Mate!
"Your Majesty." The doctor's voice made me tear my gaze away from those perfect eyes. I now focused on the him, a thousand thoughts scrambling in my head.
He looked like he was starring at death itself and it confirmed that my eyes were now golden.
"Leave us."
The doctor said nothing. He simply gave a quick bow and exited the room.
My attention returned to the source of heat, confusion and Amarok's restlessness.
The most stunning face I had ever laid eyes on.
A young woman, of average height stood some distance from my bed, clearly trembling as she held on to a wrapped veil, over a simple flowing gown.
She looked different, dainty unlike other she wolves.
She was humbly dressed but something about her screamed perfection. Average height, slim with a perfectly accentuated body.
Like an elegant glass of champagne. I thought to myself.
Was that why I felt so parched right now? So drained? So needy? Yet so fierce.
"Come closer m." I ordered and she took some cautious steps closer.
The wind blew and as I caught a stronger whiff of the mixed Jasmine and nectar scent, an anchor slammed harder in to my chest.
MY MATE! MINE! Amarok growled fiercely.
The sheets had been torn already but I felt the need to dig my fingers deeper, perhaps protract my claws and tear the mattress apart.
"Who are you?" I growled, my teeth gnashing against one another.