Mated To Alpha Gregory

Lilith’s POV

My eyes darkened as my pupils dilated like a dark sky covered with stars.

A gasp escaped my lips like a whispered secret which must not be heard by another. The surrounding air seemed to vibrate as if reacting to Ronan’s words.

“Ronan, look at me. It is Lilith, don’t you remember me?” I tried to touch his hands, but he flinched, stretching away from me. This got me alarmed, thinking about what to do.

“The doctor,” I whispered. He would have gotten to the hospital and would most definitely be busy, but the matter at hand was one which required urgency.

“Ronan, I need you to stay put. Don’t move till I come back, please.”

He looked at me, his eyes clouded like a stormy sky. His eyebrows became furrowed and the lines of his forehead deepened. He didn’t speak, but I knew he was confused, so I let him be.

The next minute, I was out of the room.

I ran so fast towards the pack hospital, I could literally feel my feet slapping the back of my neck. The ground beneath me suddenly didn’t exist, and I felt like I floated in the air-carried by the wind as it rushed through my ears.

I didn’t stop or pause even till I saw the hospital sign boldly. My heart hammered hard against my chest like a blacksmith trying to forge a new sword. Coming to a stop at the reception, my breath seemed to betray me.

I panted and whizzed and coughed, stretching my hands out for water. A nurse saw me and handed me a bottle filled with water and I drank it in a go.

Only when the last drop entered into my mouth did I let the bottle drop to the floor. “Where is the doctor?”

The nurse ran inside the room and the next minute, she was out with him.

“My Queen, what seems to be the problem? Didn’t I just leave you, back at the mansion?”

He was probably surprised and confused at the same time as his expression said it all. He came closer and put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to a chair.

The effect of the race I had just engaged in had been reduced as I now panted less and breathed freely.

“My Queen, what is the problem?”

“R… Ronan. He had woken up,” I dropped the news like a bomb.

There was a way he stared at me. If looks could speak, then I was positive he was saying, “you can not be serious.”

“Believe me doctor, he has woken up. Why would I run all the way from the mansion to this place if I didn’t have something important to say?”

“But how is that possible? We both saw his condition, he wasn’t supposed to wake up… just yet.”

The doctor left me afterward and ran into his office. He came out some seconds later, his bag in his hands.

“Let’s go, my Queen.”

We ran back into the house, straight to the room and came in contact with Ronan still sitting on the bed. The way I opened the door startled him, and he shifted, staring at us.

He kept looking at his body, from his hands, down to his chest. If only the injuries were still there, maybe convincing him might have been much easier.

“H… how?!” The doctor exclaimed.

He looked at me, his mouth wide open. I didn’t have an answer to his question, so I shook my head from side to side and he looked away.

“The cuts, the bruises, the blood… all gone, this is a miracle.” The doctor began to walk towards him and stretched out his hands, to feel the places Ronan once had injury.

“Ah!” He screamed, holding his hand. “What did you do that for?”

“Get away from me old man, I don’t know you.” Ronan jumped off the bed and pointed his hands towards the doctor. “I would not hesitate to hit you if you come near me.”

The doctor simply scoffed, thinking it was probably an effect of medicine. “Ronan, it is me, I …”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Don’t waste your time explaining who you are to him, he doesn’t remember anything,” I cut him short.

The doctor gasped in shock, observing his face closely. He closed his eyes and breathed before trying again.

“Your name is Ronan, and we are your family. You hit your head hard on something, and you have been unconscious since yesterday.”

Ronan twitched at his words, which were beginning to sink into his head.

“I have something for you.” The doctor dipped his hand inside his bag and took out a transparent blue liquid in a finger-sized bottle. He stretched it over to him, “I know you don’t remember anything, it’s fine. It’s just the drugs still working in your system. Drink this, it should bring back your memories in no time.”

Ronan looked at the liquid in the doctor’s hand like he was holding a piece of shit. I didn’t blame him, anyone in his right senses would be suspicious too.

“Come on, don’t you want to remember us? We are your family. Please.”

The doctor’s words sounded really genuine and tears began to drop from his face.

Ronan saw those tears and moved a step forward. He obviously didn’t trust us, but there was nothing he could do as he didn’t want to remain in the dark.

So he grabbed the bottle and drank it. I heaved a sigh of relief, waiting for him to maybe close his eyes and open them back or shake up and down the room, anything, -so long it would bring his memories back.

Suddenly, he began to shave violently like someone who had a convulsion. At first, I was okay with it, thinking it was all part of the process till he dropped on the bed and didn’t move, like a lifeless body.

“Ronan!” No response. “Ronan!” I screamed, this time shaking his body. No movement.

“What did you do to him?” I faced the doctor. All he did was stagger backwards till he got to the wall. He crumpled down and sighed, ignoring my question.

“I am talking to you, answer me!”

His expression remained grim. But when he finally spoke, his voice came out not as a whisper or as a sigh, but as a silent calm of distress. “Send for the Alpha, this is more than we thought.”