2) Obscure feeling!

Authors pov

Eira blinked few times to clear her vision, her leg was stinging but as soon as the pain arising, quickly it was disappearing too. She never feels the pain more than mere seconds and it amused her in the beginning, not anymore. 

When her vision was steady she found herself on the soft silk like king size bed, never in her life she has slept on the bed like this, it was either floor or cheap mattress. 

Frowning she looked around, the bedroom was big but dimly lit. Partly by the chandelier and partly by the candles. The large window was covered by the long red curtains which was occasionally swaying with the wind. The fireplace was also adding to the source of light and room was warmer than outside.

The antiques and the furniture looked royal.

Eira tried to lean back to the bedpost with difficulty, her body was feeling heavy and head was still dizzy. She noticed thick cotton cloth around her wounds which was stopping the bleeding. Her hair which were tied in ponytail were free and mask were nowhere to be seen.

She wasn't allowed to show her face, it might get her in the trouble.

"Don't move... You are severely injured..."

Eira looked up and then realised she was not alone in the room. 

The mid age lady and The man, handsome man was standing beside her wearing black shirt and pants. His hands and neck were coated with dry blood. 

He looked at Eira with his hard glare like he hates her, his jaw clenched and unclenched as he stood like a mountain with crossed hands over his chest. The fire was reflecting in his amber eyes as he bore holes in her with glaring gaze. Sharp angular jawline with straight pointed nose, thick eyebrows with light stubble and raven black hair. The man was looking like a Greek god, someone Royal and highly respected. She could see that in his aura. When Eira looked in his eyes something weird erupted in her heart, so intense and obscure but as soon as it rose it died down quickly, just like her other feelings. She never feels anything more than seconds.

Eira looked at them with blank face, no panic, no curiousity, nothing.

"Who brought me here ?..."

She asked with her cold voice, it was dry and raspy but still cold.

The elder woman looked at the man and then to her like she is asking for a permission to speak.

"Miss, you are injured. Let's treat the wounds first then you can ask him. You have lost so much blood, it's need to be treated as soon as possible..."

She said politely with genuine concern but she wasn't looking like a doctor. No white coat or no medical kit. Some weird equipments were placed on the small table beside the bed, that's it.

"No... Thank you but I have to leave..."

Eira Said standing up but fell on the bed again when everything went blur and dizzy. 

"You are very weak right now, miss... Please let me treat you..."

The woman Pleaded.

"Let her treat you, then go wherever you want to..."

The man said sternly, Eira could sense the hint of anger in his voice.

Eira nodded at the lady, wanting to get over it quickly and leave the place. The place doesn't seemed appealing to her even with all the royalty and beauty.

"I am going to give you anesthesia, please lay down on the bed..."

The lady said taking the syringe in her hand.

"No... Do it without it..."

Eira said firmly ignoring the lady's worried expressions.

"But it will hurt too much... Your wounds are deep. I have to stitch it..."

"Do it without anesthesia, it won't hurt... I don't trust you people and I can't stay here any longer. Do it so I can leave..."

Eira replied keeping her voice and face calm. She didn't meant to sound rude or arrogant but it does anyway.

For a person with deep cuts and wounds, she was too calm and it was making them somewhat amused and confused.

The lady looked at the man and he nodded in approval. She asked Eira to lean back and Started stitching her wound after cleaning them. The skin of her leg was torn from calf to ankle along with her jeans. The lady cut the cloth so it won't disturb the treatment. 

The man's eyes were fixed on Eira, wanting to know that why would someone ask for the pain. He looked at her closely as the lady stitched her leg's wound, Eira didn't even frowned. She was calm like someone is caressing her leg while someone else would have screamed his heart out. 

'why would she do that... Why is she not getting hurt...'

"Give me your hand..."

The lady said, still not believing what she just saw. In her whole life she has never witnessed this kind of pain tolerance level.

The man stood there frowning, looking at her with unknown gaze while Eira was looking at her wounds. His heart was burning in pain and Anger but it was slowly dying down as he was looking at her emotionless state, clean as slate. 

She wasn't the girl he thought her to be. 

When he removed mask he didn't expected this face but she was there, as His mate.

what surprised him the most that she is not the same, this time it's different, everything will be different and he wants to know what made her like this.

The girl in front of him was just a living body, no feelings and no emotions and he knows the reason behind it. He didn't thought that one can really do this, the thing he heard only from his ancestors

He knows, why she can't feel any pain. 

Eira started feeling dizzy as the lady finished her treatment. She can't feel The pain but the effect was there, the blood loss has made her weak. She shook her head to keep herself awake and That struggle didn't go unnoticed by him. 

'she is different...'

He looked at the lady with knowing gaze like he is ordering her to do something and the lady nodded in a respectful manner.

"Here... Drink this water."

The lady brought a glass of water to her mouth. Eira took a sip from the liquid and she knew that it's anything but the water, it has sour taste. 

Darkness slowly consumed all her senses as she struggled to stay awake. The drug finally defeated her and she fell into deep slumber.

Her head was hanging aside as she was still in a sitting position.

"The cut on her back is not that deep but still I need to check it again..."

The lady informed him. She wanted him to leave them alone so she can take off her clothes and treat her. 

"Take off her clothes and check her whole body, she has cuts everywhere... Inform me when you are done."

He ordered still looking at the Eira with unknown gaze. 

"Yes... Alpha..."

The lady replied and he went out of his master bedroom.

Done with all the work she changed her in white knee length gown which would be comfortable for her. The lady left the place after informing the Alpha. 

He came back to his room and looked at his mate lying unconscious and injured on the bed. The room was filled with her divine scent and his wolf was fighting to come out so they can mark and mate but this was not the right time, he has to control himself.

The Alpha sat beside her on the bed looking at her with his concerned amber orbs. He gently pushed the white lock away from her face. She was glowing under the moonlight which was gracing her from the window. 

"Same hair... Same eyes...same voice... Everything is same but still you are different. Is this some kind of pathetic joke that Destiny is playing with me or am I always supposed to fight for what I want and what is mine..."

He mumbled with hurtful expressions on his face like he is in pain.

He gently touched her soft cheek and spark ignited in his whole body, the feeling spread like a wildfire.

"Why are you like this, mate?..."

He questioned, specifically to no one.

"You are still human, why haven't you shifted yet... This human life is not for you, you belong in the forest. You are queen of this darkness... You belong to me and this time I won't give up. You will be mine... I promise you. This sacred bond will win this time..."

He slowly roamed his hand on her thick and soft hair.

"I promise... History won't repeat itself..."