Chapter 48
Llara
“What on earth did I do last night?” I shimp onto the bed, running a hand through my hair in frustration as I stare up at the ceiling, trying to piece together the events that led to this moment.
Everything from last night feels like a hazy blur. One moment, I was demanding answers from Damien, and the next, his fingers were inside me. Then I was on my knees, and before I knew it, we were tangled up in bed.
What the hell have I done?
I am so stupid, so, so stupid
I sigh deeply, my gaze falling on the empty bed beside me as I clutch the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. Damien had left before I woke up. leaving only this note behind.
In the paper, in his infuriatingly smug handwriting, were the words “We’ll talk later, linle mate. Don’t miss me too much.”
I roll my eyes and force myself to get up from the bed, ignoring the dull ache in my body. Honestly, I’d rather stay home today—especially since that bastard left me covered in marks that would take forever to fade. But with the recent drama at the hospital, taking a day off isn’t an option.
I need to prove, now more than ever, that I’m still one of the best brain surgeons out there.
I freeze when I catch my reflection in the mirror, my eyes widening in shock as my hand flies to cover my mouth. It’s so much worse than I thought. My neck, my thighs, my waist–everywhere–is covered in marks, bruises, and faint handprints,
That man did this intentionally. There’s no other explanation. He deliberately left his marks on me, claiming me in a way I didn’t consent to. If he hadn’t, then the bruises wouldn’t be this obvious, this deliberate.
I curse under my breath and groan before heading to the shower, hoping the warm water will wash away my frustration. Minutes later, I stand in front of the mirror again, inspecting myself carefully. I’ve made sure every inch of my skin is covered from head to toe. A crisp shirt, a tailored suit jacket, and fitted trousers–professional and concealing
Satished that nothing is visible, I adjust my collar one last time and take a deep breath. Time to face the day,
“Madam, the Alpha has appointed William as your chauffeur and bodyguard. He will be driving you to work today,” Agatha announces, her voice steady but firm. I raise a brow at her in surprise.
Since I’m running late, Manha had gone to the hospital ahead of me. I had assumed I’d have to hail a cab, but just as I was stepping outside, Agatha stopped me with a man standing beside her.
1 glance at him briefly. Tall and well–built, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes, William exudes professionalism. He’s attractive in a subtle way- more like the boy–next–door kind of handsome, not the devastating allure of someone like Damien or Lucian
“Good morning, madam. My name is William, and I will be accompanying you from now on. I hope you can trust me with your safety.” William says, bowing slightly, his face neutral and professional
“Ah, good morning, William. My name is Elara. But, a bodyguard? I don’t think I need one,” I reply, tilting my head to the side slightly. Why on earth would Damien hire a bodyguard for me? It seems excessive, especially when I’m just an ordinary person.
The idea of someone
rone trailing behind me all day makes me uncomfortable. I work in a hospital, not a high–security environment, and having a guard escorting me would only draw unnecessary attention
“It is the Alpha’s order, madam. He said his future Luna shouldn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard,” Agatha explains, and the mention of future Luna has my jaw practically hitting the floor.
“You are nijining late, madam. William will ensure you get to the hospital on time,” the interrupts smoothly, almost as if sise anticipated what I was
I sigh and late my bottom lip, wanting to protest but knowing it would come off as rude. Left with no other option. I reluctantly nod.
“Alright, but he won’t follow me into the hospital. It’s a workplace, and I don’t think it’s appropriate,” I say firmly, and Agatha noch with a faint.
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“Of course, madam,” she replies with a slight bow. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Why do I feel like I’ve been tricked into something–something I can’t quite put my finger on?
“This way, madam,” William gestures toward the sleek black car parked in the driveway. I inhale deeply, already bracing myself.
“This is what we’re taking?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yes, madam. It’s one of Alpha Damien’s cars, but if you prefer something else. I can arrange that for you.”
I quickly shake my head to stop him. “It’s fine, let’s take this one.” What am I saying “Fine” The car isn’t just fine; a Bugatti Chiron is far from ordinary.
As we get into the car, I try to control my nerves. Yesterday hadn’t been great, and I’m unsure how today will go. I can’t perform any surgeries just yet until everyone is certain I’m fit for the job, so I suppose I’ll just assist for now. It isn’t ideal, but at least it’s a start!
“Madam, what kind of music do you prefer?” William asks, his earlier stolc expression gone. Instead, he’s smiling at me e from the driver’s seat, his eyes bright with excitement.
“Anything!” I ask, confused.
He nods eagerly, then promptly starts playing one of Taylor Swift’s songs.
Huh?
1 blink, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in behavior. I had pegged him as one of those strictly professional bodyguards, but he’s completely different from what I expected.
“Sorry about earlier,” he says, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “I’m really excited to meet you, but I couldn’t really show it because of my mom. She would call it unprofessional.” He scoffs lightly as the car glides out of the packhouse.
His mom “Agatha is your mother?” I ask, a bit surprised.
He nods, his face brightening a little. “Yeah, that’s why I had to keep it cool. But I’m a huge fan of your work. Madam.” William continues, and just as I’m thinking he’s referring to my work as a brain surgeon, he says something cle entirely.
“You’re pretty popular, Madam. Everyone in the pack is talking about how you’ve got both Alphas wrapped around your finger. They say you must be very beautiful to pull that off, he laughs before hitting the steering wheel “You were even able to end the long–time feud between both packs that easily! It’s amazing.”
What the actual hell!
My eyes widen, and I start choking on nothing in particular. What
“What did you just say? That everyone is talking about this?” I manage to gasp, still trying to wrap my head around it.
He nods, then asks, “Are you okay, Madam! Do you need water?”
“No, no, I’m fine.” I say between coughs, my face turning bright red. Oh my goddess, if this is what everyone is saying about me. I’d rather never show my face again.
William is about to say something, but before he can, the car comes to an abrupt halt. I gasp, my hands flying out instinctively to brace myself, the sudden motion almost throwing me off balance. My heart races as I struggle to steady myself, still reeling from the shocking conversation. What on earth is going on now!
“Madam, are you okay!” Willum asks, his voice filled with concern
“Y–yrs, I’m okay, th
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ed you to stay in the car, no matter what. We have some… company,” he cuts i
“Company“” I repeat, raising a brow in confusion.
I sit up straighter and glance out the window, trying to see what he means. When I do, my breath catches in my throat. Standing in the middle of the road, hands casually tucked into his pockets and an expression that screams boredom, is Lucian.
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