Alpha's Hunt

33. When I open my eyes

“Luke what are you—

My own eyes gravitate towards my arm and I see what he’s seeing. Dark, cracked lines mar my pale skin, seeming to pulse from under the bandage on my arm.

Our eyes meet for a second and then his hands are quick to remove the bandage, leaving a bruised puncture wound exposed. With gentles I didn’t think him capable of, Luke’s thumb brushes against the wound.

“Ouch!” I slap his hand away, cradling my arm, I give him a hard glare “It hurts!”

“Show me your arm,” Luke say, his hard voice leaves no room for argument

I huff and toss my braided hair over my shoulder “I’m fine. Stop being such an over reactor.”

His eyes narrow at my nonchalance, as if tempted to throw his hands up in frustration. Instead, he says;

“Do you have nosophobia?”

“No.” I deadpan

“Then just admit that you’re sick.” Luke says

“I am not,” I say and turn around, already walking

No way in hell am I letting him have the chance to see me weaker than he already had. It’s just a little pain, I can handle it. It’s not like I’ll die—

Someone snatches my wrist and tugs me back so I stand just in front of a very pissed off Alpha. Luke’s eyes are fixed on me in a challenging glare, daring me to pull away.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” he asks, eyes narrowed at my wide ones

Why is it beating so fast? Because I’m sick! I am, I admit it! But no, it wasn’t beating like this a while ago. What is wrong with it?

“I, umm,” My eyes dart between both of his

We’re standing so close, his body heat is reaching mine, warming every freezing bone in my body. His eyes are such a peculiar shade of blue, like a storm in the ocean, ready to devour everything in its wrath. Why am I suddenly considering drowning in them?

“Answer my question,” Luke leans down, our distance reduces to almost nothing “Why is your heart beating so fast?”

Why the hell is this thing beating so fast? Am I having a heart attack? Why would I have a heart attack? My mind is scattering like sand and I blurt out the first thing that comes on my tongue.

“Because you’re making me nervous!”

He pulls back by sheer surprise “What?”

“You’re making me nervous, Winters!” I blurt out, growing more panicked by the second “Let go!”

Luke lets go of me and I put a hand on my chest, taking deep breaths “Moon, get a hold, will you? I’m a decent girl, not used to men holding me like that!”

Luke gives me an offended look as he crosses his arms, staring down at me.
“Then show me your wound like a decent girl, stop making a fuss about it.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but I cant deny that he’s right. This wound looks bad, maybe its infected and I need to treat it somehow.