Beloved

Chapter Eighteen

(Picture of Kristen Burns)

Kristen's POV

The room was silent, as the doctor twisted and turned my head, repeatedly pressing sore spots around my temple. I knew Emanual was looking at me, but I didn't meet his gaze. I simply kept my eyes on the wall.

After being carried through the woods by Emanual, constantly falling in and out of sleep, we had arrived at the familiar house. I was beyond confused. Last thing I could remember was running through the woods. And suddenly a hot shirtless guy was carrying me through the woods, back to the house I was hoping to never see again.

"Do you remember what happened?" The doctor asked. She was a middled-aged woman with short red-flaming hair and strong eyes. She seemed like the stern, strict type. Nothing was ever up for discussion in her office, that was for sure.

"Not really, I just remember running," I answered truthfully. She nodded and told me to keep my eyes open, before she turned a small flashlight straight into my eyes. Not long after, she packed up her things in a bag. She finished by pulling out some papers and a pen.

"Well, you've hit your head hard, but nothing it can't handle. Just take it easy the next few days, avoid looking at screens, like the tv, and you'll be just fine." She scribbled down a bit on the paper, before ripping a strip of it off and handing it to me.

"You might get some bad headaches, though, so here. If the headaches are unbearable, you can give any doctor this, and you'll get some strong painkillers." I nodded and shyly thanked her before letting my gaze fall to the strip of paper in my hand.

"Thank you for your help," I heard Emanual say, who was sitting diagonally across the room.

"No need to thank me, Alpha, I'm just happy to help."

As the door closed shut, I wondered what was with that. Why did they call him Alpha? Was this actually some cult, and Emanual was the leader? I grimaced to myself.

"Want to go to bed?" His deep and smooth voice made something around my heart tighten, like it ached for more. I kept my cool, though, and continued to not look at him.

"Yeah," I pushed myself off of the chair. Darkness immediately clouded my sight. My hands desperately flailed around, trying to find something to hold onto. I completely failed and only ended up hitting my hand on a wooden table. Dark spots still opaqued my vision, while my head intensely throbbed.

"Kristen, what's wrong?" I heard Emanual's voice, which sounded almost panicked. Just as he said it, I felt his hands firmly hold my waist.

"Should I call the doctor back?" I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head. To gain more stability, I put my hands on his arms. Even in my state, I managed to blush when I felt his big biceps under my palms. We stood there, completely silent, for a small moment, till the headache faded and the darkness cleared. Blinking my eyes open, the first thing I saw was his face. His eyebrows were slightly lowered and his lips were pressed together in a line.

"Sorry," I kept my gaze on him, as the small word quickly sprang out of my mouth.

"Don't be sorry. You just got me worried." His voice was huskier than usual. As the sound of him made my heart beat an extra time, I suddenly became very aware of the placements of our hands. His were still on my waist. The warmth of his skin radiated through my shirt. And my fingers were still encircling his muscled upper arms. I could feel his biceps tense a little under my hands every now and then.

My gaze was flicking back and forth over him, but it jumped to his face, when he took a step closer. His hands slid behind my back, his arms now surrounding my entire waist. My mind got more and more jumbled, as the gorgeous man got closer and closer. The scent of my favourite tea and musky woods hit my nostrils, and it only made me want to be closer to the source. Him.

"I'm so happy you're safe," he said after a minute of silence. My heart picked up its pace, and my neck and cheeks started burning. My hands weren't squeezing his upper arms anymore, now they were simply resting on his muscular shoulders, and I didn't dare to move them.

My head didn't feel injured in any way anymore, and the painful throbbing was suddenly gone.

"Please, don't ever run away again." His temple was against my good side, his lips ghosting over my cheek. In my daze, I quickly answered: "I won't."

I honestly meant it, in the heat of the moment. Running away from this man seemed like an insane idea. All I wanted to do was to be closer to the handsome, model-like man with trustworthy eyes, warm skin and alluring charm.

My hands climbed up on the back of his neck, unconsciously reacting to the need to feel more of him. I pinched the fabric of his shirt between my fingers, while completely cupping the backside of his neck with my palm.

Time was moving so slow in that moment. His plumb lips ran over my cheek in slow-motion, and I was completely still, apart from my rapidly beating heart. My mind was a mess, but I was sure of one thing; I deeply wanted him to continue. In suspense, I waited for his lips to meet mine.

And they did.

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