03 - Jealous Alpha

Jaden

"Why does she need to take off her blouse?" I interrupt Doctor Paul.

"So I can see the affected area, Jaden," he says, staring at me. "We need to get an idea of the damage. A fall, depending on the height, could result in serious fractures."

"I don't think it's necessary for her to..." I sigh. "She's not going to take her shirt off in front of a man she doesn't know." My eyes land on her.

"B-but, Alpha King..." she murmurs.

I growl. How dare he even think to ask my mate to strip in front of him? What kind of pervert do I have as a doctor?

"What am I missing here?" Paul finally asks.

"Jaden," Lilith's voice catches my attention as she enters the hospital and sighs loudly. "Let the doctor examine her!"

"He wants her to undress," I argue.

"He wants to take care of her. Or do you want her to be in pain all over her body?" Lilith asks, raising her eyebrows at me. "You can undress, dear."

With embarrassment, Malia does so. I widen my eyes as I realize she's not wearing a bra. I approach, wrapping my arm around her chest, hiding her intimacy from the man in front of us, and she groans in pain.

"Sorry," I apologize, even though I can feel my member stiffening inside my pants.

"Oh, now I get it." The doctor laughs, shaking his head. "Is there anything you can lend her to cover up a bit, Lilith?"

Instantly, Cat enters the room with some clothes tucked under her arm.

"Oh my God! So it's true." She exclaims.

"Give me the clothes and leave," Lilith requests. "We're trying to examine her first."

I want to thank Lilith, but I refrain. She takes Catherine's clothes and approaches.

"Let her go," she requests.

"Turn around," I order the doctor.

"Okay," he says, turning to the wall.

I step away from her, and she looks at me with red cheeks. Lilith chats amiably with her as they dress her in the strapless top.

"Can you stand?" Lilith asks.

"It hurts!" She whispers.

"I'm glad I asked for lightweight clothes so the doctor could examine her," Lilith commented. "Or you'd pass out. Help her stand."

I do as Lilith asks, and Malia holds onto me as if her life depended on it. Her breathing is uneven. Lilith unbuttons her pants and pulls them off in one go, leaving her completely naked.

Damn! I look at the ceiling, refusing to look at her. Lilith laughs.

"All set!" She says.

"Thank the goddess," I whisper.

I help her lie down on the bed, and she adjusts herself before I give the doctor permission to look at her again.

Though suspicious that she might be using some sort of spell to make me feel something for her, I'm still very confused, and my wolf instinct makes me possessive.

The doctor approaches her. I growl involuntarily at him, while Mark presses me to leave because someone is touching his mate.

"Oh, this is bad!" Doctor Paul says, running his finger over a bruise spreading across her left side. He runs his finger over it, and she squirms and groans. I growl again.

He laughs to himself as he walks around and begins to analyze her entire body, looking for tender spots.

"Fortunately, Malia, you're very strong. You haven't broken any bones, but some parts of your body were extremely bruised, and you'll need some rest. Depending on your wolf, one or two days, tops." He says, jotting something down on his clipboard. "I'll prescribe this ointment here," he hands me the box. "You have to spread it on the wound. It's a great gel that cools the area and has an anesthetic effect."

"But, doctor, is that all?" I ask. "I found her in the middle of the sea, unconscious and not breathing. How can she be okay?"

"Look, I can't say either. Malia has a very strong wolf that managed to keep her body alive while she was submerged." He explains.

"Impossible, I don't have a wolf." She murmurs, after some time. "Alright, fine... I didn't have a wolf until I fell off that boat."

I stare at her and then Lilith, who has a smile on her face.

"Your wolf must have awakened in a moment of desperation. I think you've had a peaceful life, Miss Brown." She smiles.

"I... actually, I..." Malia swallows.

"Are you hungry?" Lilith asks. "I think we have a lot to talk about today."

"I am, I'm starving." She says, her eyes sparkling.

"Let's apply the first layer of the ointment before you go?" The doctor asks, staring at me. His smirk shows he's trying to provoke me.

Paul is a bastard and takes advantage of the fact that I like him to tease me.

"No! I'll do it!" I say, taking the package from Malia's delicate hands.

She struggles to sit up, looking scared of the environment. She stares at the floor.

I tear off the cap, remove the tube, and open it, puncturing the small aluminum tip. I squeeze a generous layer onto my fingers and spread it over the bruise on her back. Her hand lands on my hip, and she squeezes, groaning softly.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I ask calmly.

"Yes..." She replies, dragging. "Sorry to give you so much trouble, King Alpha."

"Just Jaden." I correct. "If it hurts too much, let me know. It's still very recent."

She just nods but doesn't complain. Her words don't come out, but she grumbles when my fingers touch a sore spot. She tortures me with her moans, and Mark is struggling not to mark her and mate with her right there, on that bed.

I restrain my animal instinct, even though it's very difficult to handle.

After I finish, Lilith helps Malia dress again, and finally, we leave the room headed for my office.