Chapter Twenty Three

Emily's POV 

“Fine, let's say you're Princess Alexa's maid, I'll take you back to the palace and I'll let these disgusting non-humans go. But you'll have to explain to the princess how you came across these people.”

I looked at the man carefully. I could just kill him afterwards. The most important thing was that Penelope and the others could survive.

“Deal.” I said. 

The man held up his hand.

“Let them go.”

One of his men looked hesitant. “But Sir—”

“—Do as I say. I'm not going to retract my order.”

“Okay, sir.”

I looked at Penelope and Adam. “Go.”

“What about you?” Penelope asked.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I looked to Adam. “Tell everyone Emilianna died well. Don't worry about me. You all can move on like I never came to your pack.”

“What are you talking about? I'm glad Emilianna died well but she told us to treat you as her heir.” Adam said while trying to cling onto me inspite of his own wounds.

“Then listen to my first and last order. Adam, you take over the pack and lead everyone.”

Adam shook his head. 

“No.”

“I may have not stayed long in your pack but with my little observation, I think you can be Alpha.”

“Will they leave or not? I don't have all day.” The white haired man said.

I looked between Penelope and Adam, urging them to go.

They looked at me a final time before turning away and leaving. Adams's pace was a little slower due to his wound but I knew that he would survive. After they left, I ran my fingers through my hair and turned to the white haired man.

“Thank you for letting them go.” I said while lowering my head.

There was silence for a bit, then a roaring loud laughter. I looked up immediately.

The white haired man got off his horse and walked towards me while raising up his hand, dispersing the other men on their horses.

I was surprised as to the amount of self-confidence that he had being alone with me. But I did not say anything about it because I was going to escape from his grip. The easier he made things for me, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't complain. All as long as I got my way.

As soon as the men were no longer in sight, I walked over to the white haired man and put my arms around him. I was about to take a dip at his neck when I felt a shot to my stomach. Pain surged up towards me and I gasped as the man slowly pulled away from me only to see the gun tightly tugged on his left hand. He continued to shoot me until I fell to the ground with blood gushing out of my stomach.

With tears at the corner of my eyes, I asked, “At least tell me what your name is.”

His mouth moved but I couldn't hear his words. I was losing consciousness. It was a shame. I could have lived staring into this man's otherworldly eyes. My body melted around me and my eyes closed.

***

When I woke up, I was in a room which seemed to envelope all around me. It was small, but just right enough for me to move around in.

My hand unconsciously touched my stomach.

I was alive?

I didn't die… how could all of these happen? I was still dead in my thoughts when I heard a sound from outside.

Gently, I stood up from the bed and fell onto the floor almost immediately. My mobility felt numb and it was really hard for me.

The door soon opened and that was when I realized that the sensitivity of my wolf was missing. What had happened to me? Had the wolfsbane kill off my wolf?

The door opened and the white-haired man had a bowl of chicken soup in his right hand, a cup of water in his left.

“You're awake,” he said.

I tried to speak but my voice was scrawny and barely sounded decent. The white haired man walked over to me and handed me the water which I grabbed from his hand and quickly drank. Then I realized that It could be poisoned. This made me hesitate a little but then I thought that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done so when I was unconscious and not when I had just woken up.

I took the soup from the man's hand and started to eat it. He looked at me carefully but didn't say a word. When I was done, I wiped the corner of my mouth with my sleeves.

“You saved me?” I said. It sounded odd because he shot me in the stomach, I remembered vividly. But now, he was in front of me.

The white-haired man didn't respond.

“How long have I been out for?” I asked.

“Six weeks.” he responded and I stood up to my feet with much strength.

“Six weeks? That's a long time.” I murmured to myself. Then I looked around and then at the white-haired man.

“You’ve been taking care of me all these time, haven't you?”

“You've eaten. You should take a rest.” The white-haired man turned to leave but I stopped him.

“Wait, where's the bathroom?”

The white haired man pursed his lips.

“Come with me.”

I followed him out the door and he led me down the hallway. My feet hurt a lot that I had to switch the weight in my legs to my left leg which resulted in me limping.

I didn't look ahead of me so I didn't notice him stop walking so I bumped into him.

My gaze followed the door in front of me.

“That's the bathroom, isn't it?”

He nodded.

“Thank you,” I said, and rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Once I was in the bathroom, I could fully empty my bladder in the water closet.

I sighed when I was done and proceeded to clean myself. It did feel weird when I did it because I felt as though

someone else had already taken the job of cleaning me up. It couldn't be the white-haired man now, was it?