And Who Are You?

ALPHA GREGOR POV

"I demand to know where the hell I am!" I growled at the girl shaking helplessly at the doorway.

I sat upright on the bed naked from the waist up. My heavy chest and back were bandaged from all the injuries I'd sustained during the attack. The girl holding the cup had walking in at the same moment I got up. My confusion and her panic filled the whole room with a thick mist.

Some of the water from the cup in her grip spilt from how badly she was shaking. I felt bad for her but I was too disoriented to care if my demeanour gave her a friggin heart attack. She could burst into flames and I would be indifferent.

"We, the uhm-" she stuttered.

Her clumsiness and my confusion enraged me to the point I could feel stress marks appear on my temple. It was obvious she was as clueless as I was.

"Get me, someone who knows something," I said with a grimace. "Be quick about it!" I bawled enjoying her reaction to my outbursts. There was never a wrong time to strike fear into the heart of the weak.

She stumbled off just as I knew she would while I tried to familiarize myself with my strange surrounding. Judging by the decoration and the quality of the bed frame, the sheets and even the rug on the floor, I'd say whoever had the place was no stranger to wealth.

I searched my memories in an attempt to see if I would be able to remember anything I might have missed about my attack. I did not doubt that I had somehow been rescued and I was currently in the base of my rescuer. The fact that everything in the room looked strange to me could only mean that whoever had rescued me wasn't a member of my pack.

I had to be careful or else I'd find myself in a bigger problem than the one I had just gotten out of. Just then, a faint memory grazed my mind. The strange scent I had picked up before it all went dark. What was that about? I thought as my thick brows furrowed in concentration.

"Finally you're up." 

I had been so lost in my thoughts to notice the old man who had somehow managed to walk into the room without making a noise. He stood remarkably erect and something about his fluid steps gave le the impression that he was somehow levitating.

"And who are you?" I raised a questioning brow at him.

There was something about his greying hair, his wrinkled flesh, and his aura that gave him a sage vibe. There was a hidden smile just at the corner of his lips.

"How are you feeling?" He asked completely ignoring my questions.

I hate when my questions are being ignored and this old sage-looking creep had done it without breaking a sweat. Even in my current state, I could easily snap his neck, whip out his spine and fashion it into a cane as a gift to another wise man.

"I asked a question, gramps," I growled.

He snickered as if I had somehow transformed into a jester. Keeping my anger at bay was proving to be the hardest thing in the world to do at that moment but I knew I had to maintain my cool if I was to get the information I needed while keeping my head attached to my neck. There was no doubt in my mind that they would turn violent the moment they knew who I was.

The old man walked over to a table and pulled out a drawer. Within the drawer were several vials. He pulled one out, examined the content, and nodded his approval before closing the drawer then he glided towards me.

"Here." He stretched the vial to me with its purple liquid.

I watched the thick liquid with an intense glare. My instincts alerted me to the fact that whatever the purple liquid was, it would taste like the ass of a wildebeest. I refused to accept the vial from him even though he insisted upon it.

"It's a very powerful herbal mix." He sighed after a while.

"I don't give a fuck if it was made from water gotten from the fountain of life. Just keep your evil-tasting liquids from me."

"So it's about the taste." He snickered.

"Hell ya, it's about the taste." I fired back at him.

He sighed. "I wonder why she went through all the trouble just to rescue you."

She?

Something about what he just said made me remember the strange yet familiar scent I had picked up back then. My wolf urged me to hide my scent. Even though I didn't like the idea, I knew he had a point. If they knew I was Alpha Gregor, they would become hostile and I might never get the chance to find out about the scent.

I merged my mind with my inner wolf's and together we covered our scent till it gave off the familiar lowly tinge of an Omega.

"Who is this 'she' you speak of," I asked in a calm tone. I had to do everything necessary to know what happened.

He waved my question off with a gesture. I knew it was going to be hard to trick this old geezer. 

"Who are you?" He asked with a serious glint in his eyes.

Just then the door opened. It was clear they didn't teach them to knock. Bunch of savages, I thought bitterly. It was one of the reasons our packs were in constant hostility.

A woman walked in. Her hair was so dark it reminded me of ravens. Immediately she entered, her purple eyes went soft as she turned towards me. A touch of worry creased her brow. There was something oddly familiar about her.

"You're up." She said with a smile. Her smile could make any madman recover his sanity.

I gasped at her and nodded, unable to speak.

"I'm Eleanor. I'm the-" 

The old man moved forward with a scowl cutting her short and said, "We shouldn't be so gentle with him. I don't trust this one."

She ignored his words. "It's fine Ladrius. That will be all."

I turned to him with a smirk. His face turned red seeing the look of satisfaction on mine. Yeah Ladrius, that will be all. Now get lost! I thought.

He bowed and then walked out of the room shutting the door behind him. 

The woman walked to the bed where I sat for the last hour. She took a spot beside me smiling at me as she did so.

"Hope you don't mind." She asked.

I told her I didn't. 

We stared at each other and I felt drawn to her in a way I couldn't explain. It was as if my very essence was being pulled out of me and I felt a sharp pain hit my chest. 

I bent over holding my side wincing in agony. What the fuck was going on?!

"Are you hurt? What's happening?" She asked getting worried.

She leaned over and touched my shoulders trying to see if I was bleeding from my side. The moment her skin came in contact with mine, I knew it. I sensed the strange scent.

I knew she was my mate...