Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Doris Wyatt lay on her bed. She had just been given her last dose of medicine for the day and it was not dark outside yet. To that effect, she sat up on her large bed, courtesy of the hospital, and leaned her back against the headboard. She kept her eyes fixed on the long and short hands of the antique clock in front of her, watching the hands rotate around all the numbers. She noticed the thinnest of the hands moved faster, while the other two barely moved at all.

It was the subtle push of her door that stole her attention from the clock in front of her. She tilted her head to the side slowly, her eyes caught sight of a masculine shadow cast on the floor, tall and broad.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Doris’s eyes widened as she leaned out of her bed. She could not bring herself to turn her neck any further, the nurses had asked her to stay in one position and call them if she needed to move for any reason. So, she could not see who it was that stood by the side of her door, but from the silhouette, she had a feeling it was her husband. It had to be him! He must have come for her!

“Jesse?” She called out with elated breaths, waiting for him to walk to her and scoop her in his arms. But he never came. Instead, all she heard was a dangerous growl.

Alpha Cole entered the hospital with ease. Neil waited by the receptionist’s desk, while alpha Cole found his way to Doris Wyatt. It was not hard to locate her, since he was the former Alpha. All he had to do was ask, and he was taken to the woman’s ward immediately.

Cole had not known what to expect, he did not know if she would recognize or remember him. He had not even thought of what he would say to her, the reason he would give for being there. But the last thing he had expected was to hear her call the name of the man who had put her in this situation in the first place.

There was grave silence after the growl. Doris intertwined all her fingers together as she stared at the shadow on the floor.

“Nurse? Jesse, is that you?”

Alpha Cole took three quick steps into the room, fuming with rage. Doris could feel the heat in the air once he stepped in, but she had not yet been able to see his face.

“You still call his name after everything that he did to you?!” The thick baritone snarled, and it was not the sound of her husband’s voice. The figure got closer and closer to her, she could finally see his face when he stood in front of her.

Jet-black hair and onyx-colored eyes hidden in sunken sockets, the man seemed as though he had barely gotten any sleep in days. Doris blinked twice at him, noting how his jaw stiffened as she stared up at him.

“You still have the nerve to utter his name, even while I stand before you, Doris? Did you not learn your lesson the first time?”

Doris blinked twice at him. Who was he? And what did he mean by “the first time”? She allowed her eyes to wander to the emergency telephone at the top of her side drawer, but she knew she would not be able to reach it. Whoever this man was, she was stuck with him.

Alpha Cole could not tell which irritated him more; the woman’s pitiful sight, or the obliviousness in her eyes, perhaps it was the two combined. He did not know, but one of them sent him stomping his feet towards her bed with a deep frown on his face. He fought hard to keep himself together, even while molten rage coursed through his veins and poisoned his blood.

“After all that he did to you, Doris Wyatt. That Jesse of a bastard put you in this bed where you are! He nearly killed you, you could have died. Eight years, Doris, it took you eight years to lie on this bed, you were out of the world, your daughters, and were all alone. Jojo, do you know where Jojo is?” Cole tried to be as calm as he could, but all he ended up doing was yelling at the top of his voice.

Tears welled up in Doris’s eyes. The mention of her children’s names always weakened her. She tried to focus, and keep her mind in the room with the man in front of her, but her mind continued to fight with the horrifying pictures that clouded them.

She saw Jesse clasp her throat with his bare hands and fling her to the wall, she saw him slap her across her cheek, she felt him dig his fists into her tummy, and she tasted her blood at the tip of her tongue.

A distant cry, screaming at Jojo to run, filled her ears. Doris allowed herself to speak.

“Jojo.”

Cole scoffed bitterly.

“Yes, Jojo. Your daughters were exposed to the harsh woes of this world, Jojo had to sell her body for money and it was all because of you. Don’t you… don’t you have any shame, Doris?”

He walked over to the right side of her bed and stood there, staring down at her with a look that even she did not understand. She blinked twice at him. Nothing he was saying made any sense, yet, she could see them happen in front of her eyes, as though they had happened in real life.

Cole lowered himself to her, his eyes never leaving her face, not even for a split second.

“You were supposed to be happy, were you not? Why did you come here then? Why did you let me see you in such a pitiful state? In such misery? You chose him over me when I could have given you the world. You chose that imbecile over me like he was a better man. But even now, he still isn’t one-tenth the man that I was. If I…” He placed a firm hand on her chin, his fingers grazed her jaw.

“If I so much as catch a sniff of Jesse, I’m going to kill him.”

Doris’s eyelids expanded as she stared up at the strange man. He had just threatened to kill her husband and from the look on his face, the man was far from bluffing. She looked around, searching for a nurse or any means to call a nurse and cry for help, but she saw none. Even the emergency phone was now being blocked by the man’s tall figure.

She allowed her tears to flow freely from her eyes. She held up her shaky hands to him.

“Please, sir. Do not harm my Jesse. I need him, my children need him. Jojo and Valerie… please, please sir.”

Alpha Cole’s eyes darkened, and his hand and fingers grew cold in anger. He withdrew his hand from her skin and eyed her furiously. In her grey maternity gown, she was a far cry from the young girl he had fallen in love with many years ago.

He chuckled bitterly and stood straight, sliding both hands into his side pocket.

“It is really sad what you got yourself into, Doris. What angers me the most is that after all these years, seeing you like this, in pain… it still affects me, Doris. It is sad that even after being abandoned by that sorry piece of shit, Jesse, you still choose him over me, again. You still call his name; you still cry for him.”

Alpha Cole had seen enough of her for one day, he was not sure how much more he could take. Whatever was wrong with this woman could not be fixed by him.

His onyx orbs took one last look over her shaking frame before he sighed and began to walk away from her.

“Jesse?! Jesse!”

He heard her continue to call out. Cole’s fists rolled into firm balls within his suit pockets.

He had one more stop to make before he rounded off the affairs that bothered him.