My Most Precious Human

Alpha's Bite

Draven finally made me feel more comfortable by putting on a pair of sweatpants he had in a training

locker. I could handle him being shirtless, and I didn't insist he wore a shirt without patching the nasty

cut I gave him on the nape of his neck.

"I'm sorry," I said for the millionth time.

"Stop it, Lilith." Draven frowned. "I didn't go easy on you either, and it's good. Besides, I heal fast," he

claimed with a sly smirk on his face and messaged poor Melinda to come over and patch us up.

I had to admit that the bite Draven gave me hurt like hell. I limped over to the wall and leaned against it

while waiting for the painkillers. Although the parts of my flesh stabbed by his teeth were already

regenerating, I could only feel that the pain was getting worse. Draven stepped towards me and placed

his hand on my forehead.

"You're getting feverish. That is my fault," he smiled apologetically.

"Now you're apologizing?" I chuckled, slightly shivering over the rising body temperature.

"I should have considered that you are a human… and I kind of treated you like you were a wolf," he

explained, lowering his gaze.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to smile as if I was telling him that I was fine.

"The Alpha's bite is different than the other wolves' bites." His concerned tone made me nervous. He

kept looking at my torn leggings and the healing bite wound, his eyes restlessly going from the wound

to my face and back.

I knew why he had become anxious: the Alpha's bite could turn any non-supernatural into a werewolf.

He must have known that it was impossible in my case, but he couldn't have known what kind of

consequences his bite was going to have on my body.

"I'm not going to turn into a wolf. You know that I can't," I assured him, stretching my lips into a feeble

smile.

"I know that you are immune to that, but I can see that you are suffering." Ninety percent of his face

was covered in guilt.

"Well... compared to Brick's bite... this one hurt like fuck," I snorted, hoping that making fun of the

situation would alleviate my pain.

I could barely stand on my feet. At one moment, I felt I was going to fall, but Draven stepped in and

held out his arms to support me.

"I got you," he muttered, pulling me into his embrace.

We stood like that for a while. He was leaning against the wall with his back, and half of his chest was

covered in blood due to the cut that was yet to be healed, and I was leaning against his chest while

balancing my body weight on one foot.

"What the hell happened here?!" Melinda yelled when she entered the training hall.

I couldn't blame her. Half of the mats were covered in our blood, and there were the two of us standing

in a careless embrace while resembling survivors of the zombie apocalypse. Melinda ran towards us

with her eyes, doing a medical scan on the way. Draven released me from his embrace and helped me

sit on the floor. As soon as he did, Melinda's eyes stopped at my bitten thigh.

"Alpha Draven, what the hell did you do to her?!" She glowered, hurriedly opening her medical bag.

"Hey! I'm injured too!" he protested.

Melinda gave him a meaningful gaze and waved him off with her hand. "You'll heal in no time, but your

bite could have killed her," she hissed.

"I don't believe that it's that serious…" I smiled anxiously while feeling worse by the second. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She placed the thermometer against my forehead, then she looked at the screen and cursed under her

breath. "You're burning up fast. You need to be taken to the clinic," she said, nervously glancing at

Draven.

"Fuck," Draven muttered, angrily clenching his fist.

I wanted to stand up, but it suddenly turned out to be a huge problem. My whole body became feeble.

Fighting against my weakness, I made another attempt at getting up, but then my body started to shiver

even more. I vaguely saw Draven walking away and taking out a sweatshirt from his locker.

Suddenly, I felt as if my thigh was beginning to burn. I screamed as the scorching pain contorted my

body. A wave of agony crossed my body, as if each one of my cells was on fire. Melinda grabbed my

hand to check my pulse, and even her touch seemed to inflict more pain. She gave me a terrified stare,

then dug into her medical bag, took out a syringe with some drug, and injected it into my arm.

"Alpha, hurry!" I heard her voice calling out, but then all the sounds became slightly distorted.

A second later, Draven wrapped me in his sweatshirt and took me in his arms. I put my hands around

his neck, but instantly lifting my arms a few inches became extremely painful.

"Hold on, Lilith," he said softly and then ran out, carrying me to the clinic.

I must have lost consciousness somewhere along the way. Once I opened my eyes again, I heard the

familiar sound of the drip tube. I exhaled in deep relief and shook my head. I was certain that I wouldn't

want to experience that kind of pain ever again. I was glad it was all over.

I looked around. The bright daylight was falling widely through the window. The sun was up in the sky,

making me realize that I had been out for at least a few hours. Draven was once again sitting next to

my bed, waiting for me to wake up.

"How do you feel?" he asked as soon as our eyes met.

"Could have been better," I smirked.

"I'm so sorry, Lilith…" Well, he sounded like he was.

"They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and Will… the doctor examining me previously

said that this saying works with my body quite literally." I smiled slyly, hoping to disarm the tension.

Draven sighed and cleared his throat. "Melinda said that your wound healed properly, and there are no

signs of any kind of wolf change in you."

"That is a good thing… I guess." I tried to chuckle.

Draven smiled wryly. I scanned his expression and noticed something unexpected. He seemed to be

disappointed. Did some part of him want me to turn into a wolf? Perhaps that would make things easier

for him. Maybe that way I could feel the mate-bond, and I would fall into his arms without second-

guessing everything. I only hoped that biting me wasn't a part of his plan. This so-called "test" wasn't

about attempting to turn me into a wolf… was it?

"You don't have to look so worried, Draven," I grinned. "I feel fine now, and I no longer feel any pain."

He grabbed my hand and leaned closer. "I didn't want you to suffer… I thought you'd heal right away…"

His raspy voice carried nervousness and guilt.

"Well… I'll just have to stay away from any Alpha on the battlefield," I snickered, trying to lighten the

grim mood.

Finally, I managed to brighten his expression. He even formed a little smile while looking at me with his

concerned eyes. At least the air in the clinic room was more breathable once he did. He stood up and

leaned down to kiss me on the forehead.

"Rest well today," he said. "Tomorrow morning we have a war council meeting. I want you to join it and

meet everyone in charge."

"All right. Thank you," I responded, grinning.

He smiled and left, and I started to get fired up about the next day's meeting. Of course, at the same

time, I was terrified of joining the war, but I strangely felt that I was doing the right thing for once.

Melinda ran additional tests on me and released me two hours later. I spent the rest of the day reading

a book and then taking a long bubble bath. By the end of the day, I felt recharged and… weirdly more

powerful physically. That brought a thought to my mind that perhaps Draven's bite truly changed

something within me, but not in a way Draven wanted.

"Will I get some of the Alpha's strength from now on?" Of course, I ridiculed that thought right away, but

at the same time, I knew that with my genes, it wasn't impossible.

Eventually, I shook off that thought, got out of the bathtub, and dried my wet body with a towel. When I

got near my bed, I saw my phone displaying four missed calls. They were all from Martha. I sighed with

a guilty expression. I hated the thought of having to tell her that I landed in a medical clinic again… I

knew that she would freak out if I told her what happened.

I held the phone in my hand, wondering what words I should use when I saw an incoming call from her.

I cleared my throat, formed a carefree smile on my face, and answered it.

"Hi, Martha!" I sang, "I was just about to-"

"Lilith…" The deep velvet voice instantly made me shiver. "Please, don't hang up. You can curse me, or

shout at me... Just don't hang up."

I lost control over my body; it acted on its own. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. Tears

filled my eyes, letting out salty hot streams down my cheeks. My heart pounded painfully, making my

whole chest burn.

I swallowed, forcing the sound out of my throat. "Sariel...?"