REJECTED: The Alpha Behind The Mask

Victoria’s POV

I felt a strong ache in my head as I slowly opened my eyes. I opened my eyes and stared around the room, only to meet eyes with Eric, which made me gulp nervously and slowly sat on the bed.

I moved my gaze around and noticed nurse Agnes was nowhere around.

Nervously, I moved my gaze back to him and noticed his green sparking eyes were dull and out of life. I held his gaze and noticed there was no emotion on his face, and he kept staring at me and didn’t even blink.

I moved my gaze away, and We stayed there in an awkward silence until I decided to speak. “You are back?” I asked while biting my lips.

He stared at me with a blank look before responding, “Don’t you want me back?” he asked in a cold, low tone.

“Not really, just that I wasn’t expecting you.” I spoke nervously.

“I told nurse Agnes that I would be back by today, so why were you not expecting me?” he spoke in a calm tone, but his anger could be noticed. Obviously, he knew I had left the hospital and got myself drunk.

I gulped and looked away. We sat there in an awkward silence until nurse Agnes walked in.

“I see you are finally awake.” she flashed me a warm smile before giving a plate of food to me.

“You must be hungry, eat something.”

“Thank you.” I opened the plate of food and took a spoon of it into my mouth.

I chewed slowly and nervously as I noticed Eric’s piercing eyes on me.

I lowered my head to the plate and continued eating, while neither of us said a word. I ate silently and nervously until I was through.

“I have to go.” he muttered those words to nurse Agnes, stood up from the seat and left without looking my way.

As soon as he left, I sighed heavily and stared at the door. For strange reasons, I wish he wasn’t gone. I wish he would talk to me, touch me, or even smile at me. “Is he angry?” I murmured those words to myself, but nurse Agnes heard me.

She shook her head and gave me a glass of water. “Maybe he is just tired after a long trip.” she tried assuring me, but I knew it wasn’t true, the look on his face wasn’t that of tiredness, but it felt like he was angry with me.

I grumbled and stood up from the bed, I checked the time and noticed it was 4pm already, and I did not know I could spend so much time sleeping. I stepped into the bathroom, pulled off my clothes and stepped into the shower.

I put on the warm shower and began taking my bath with Eric in my thoughts.

I was expecting him to yell and shout at me about going out of the hospital and getting myself drunk, but instead he was so calm about it and didn’t say a word about it.

After bathing, I dried my body with a towel, put on clean clothes and left the bathroom.

I sat back on the bed and watched a movie with nurse Agnes. We watched the movie in silence, but my thoughts drifted to Eric. The anger and coldness in his eyes was something I couldn’t handle, and I hated it.

“What are you thinking?” Nurse Agnes’ voice took me out of my thoughts.

“Eric.” I murmured to myself, “Is he angry with me because of what I did?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

Nurse Agnes thought for a while before she spoke up, “Maybe he is angry but not at you.” she assured me, but I know that was a lie.

The way he looked at me was so cold, and the way he answered my questions was terrible.

“Just let him be, perhaps he is just tired, you know he just had a long journey.” she pats my shoulder and went back to watching the movie.

I frowned at myself, I was supposed to be angry, I was supposed to be mad at him for not talking to me throughout his stay in California. But here I was, troubled because he wasn’t talking to me like he used to.

“You should take your drugs and go to bed.” nurse Agnes suggested.

“Is he not coming back?” I asked, curious.

“I don’t think so, maybe he needs to rest.” She replied with a comforting smile.

I sighed heavily and took the drugs from nurse Agnes’ hand.

I drank my drugs and lay on the bed, forcing myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, stared around and noticed nurse Agnes wasn’t in the room. I stood up from the bed, took my bath, dressed and began combing my hair. The door opened and Eric walked in, looking as hot as ever.

He was putting on a simple outfit of a carton color jeans and a long black sleeved shirt that fitted him so perfectly.

He stood at the door and stared at me for a while before moving away.

“How are you,” he asked in a cold, low voice.

“I’m fine” I murmured.

He nodded his head and sat on the chair, while I bite my lips nervously and continued combing my hair. I felt his hot gaze on me, but I couldn’t look at his direction.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few minutes, I finished combing my hair and packed it into two places.

“Have you eaten?” he asked,

“No.” I grumbled. Food wasn’t my main concern. What I was concerned about was the attitude he was giving me.

“I’ll go get something for you…” I did not let those words finish from his mouth before I cut in, “I want to eat outside.” I murmured.

He kept quiet and deliberated for a while before I saw him standing at his feet. “Let’s go.” he muttered out coldly and left the room, leaving me behind.

I stood up from the bed and followed him out of the hospital. We got to his car, he opened the door for me and I went in.

He entered the car, started the car and drove off.

“What would you like to have,” he asked with his gaze fixed on the road. “Anything light.” I whispered and looked away at the window.

He was treating me coldly, and I hated it. I knew he knew I had gone out and got drunk, but he hadn’t said a word about it, and his silence was killing me.

“We are here.” he announced and got down from the car. I did not wait for him to open the door, rather I did it myself and went out.

I followed him in, and we took an empty table. We sat across each other and none of us said a word to each other for almost a minute.

“What will you have?” he asked with his eyes on the menu.

“Anything light.” I responded.

He stared at me for a moment, which made me swallow nervously and look away.

A few minutes later, he called the waiter and placed our orders.

I took a glimpse at him and noticed he was calm, but I could notice he was angry with me, but was just controlling himself.

We sat in silence while he kept pressing his phone, totally ignoring me until our food was brought to us.

I picked up the spoon and started eating, but I noticed he hadn’t touched his food, rather he was staring at me.

“Your food will get cold.” I murmured when I could no longer endure his gaze on me.

He released a soft sigh and started eating. I watched him eat, and I must say I was thrilled with the way he eats. He was so calm, composed, and well-mannered while eating, he chewed silently and slowly that I couldn’t help but stare at his well-perfect lips.

“Stop staring and eat.” he grumbled with his eyes on his food.

“Are you angry at me?” I asked, when I could no longer endure the way he was treating me.

He drank his water and stared at me with his green piercing eyes that brought a cold shiver to my body. “Did you do anything wrong.” he asked, like he didn’t know what I meant.

I sighed and continued eating, knowing it was better I let things stay that way.

We ate in total silence until we were through, he paid the bills, and we went back to the car.

“Can we go somewhere else, I’m tired of being in the hospital.” I grumbled to his hearing. ”Was yesterday’s outing not enough for you?” he asked while his gaze was fixed on the road.

I knew it, I knew he was angry because of what happened yesterday.

“Take me to the hospital then.” I rolled my eyes and angrily looked away. He drove in total silence until I noticed we were not taking the direction to the hospital.

“Where are we going?” I asked while staring around.

“My house.” he muttered, almost to himself.

“You have a house here?” I asked, curious.

“Yes, a small home.” He responded.

I nodded my head and took a deep breath, there was so much about him that I don’t know or even remember.

“We are here.” His words took me out of my thoughts.

Hearing his words, I looked through the window only to see a big building with a small gate in front of us.

“Is this house yours?” I asked while leaving the car.

“Yes,” he replied nonchalantly.

“And you call this small?” I asked, stunned.

“Come in, it’s cold outside.” he spoke in a low voice that I could barely hear him. We walked past the gate, but before we could go to the door that led to the sitting room, the door was opened.

“Welcome sir.” A lady in her early thirties greeted. She flashed a welcoming smile at Eric before looking my way. ” Welcome, please come in.” she smiled at me and moved aside for both of us to go in.

“Thank you.” I mumbled and walked in with Eric.

The moment we got into the house, I couldn’t help but awe at what I saw. The decoration of the house was indeed beautiful, glamorous couches, nice paintings on the walls and beautiful furniture, the house was indeed well furnished. “Have a seat.” Eric gestured.

I sat on one of the comfortable couches, still staring around.

“What would you like to have”? The lady asked in a calm, friendly manner.

“Water will be okay.” I smiled back at her and stared at Eric’s way.

I saw him already at the bar, taking out a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

He walked over to me and sat on the couch opposite me. I watched him pour some whiskey into a glass and took a sip of it while avoiding my gaze.

“Thank you.” I took the water from her and took a sip of it.

“The garden is over there.” he pointed to the left side of the house, “You can go for a walk if you’d like to.” He muttered and took another sip of his drink. I took another sip of the water and nervously licked my lips for what I was about to say.

“I’m sorry.” I murmured almost to myself, but I knew he heard me.

I heard him release a soft sigh before running his fingers through his hair, but he did not say a word, which troubled me the more.

I bit my lower lips as I thought of what to say to him. “Aren’t you going to at least say something?” I spoke almost like a plead. “What do you want me to say?” his voice came out in a harsh tone.

Seeing his attitude towards me, I grumbled, stood up from the couch and walked out of the house.

I followed the direction he showed me and walked into the garden. A small smile appeared on my face as I took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh air coming from the garden.

I walked around the garden with so many thoughts in my head.

Eric was acting too cold to me and I hated it. I wanted him to shout, yell or scream at me, but I don’t want his silent attitude.

I murmured in panic and rubbed my arms with my two hands, but just then I felt a jacket on my back.

Curious, I turned around and realized it was Eric standing before me with a blank look.

“It’s cold outside, you should put on a jacket.” he said and tried to move away from me, but I quickly held his hand.

He turned and stared at me with confused eyebrows, “Do you need anything?” he asked while staring at me with his piercing gaze that made me nervous.

“You’ve been giving me a silent attitude.” I murmured, released a soft sigh and let go of his hand.

“I have nothing to say to you.” he declared those words coldly and was about to walk away, but I stood before him and blocked his path.

“Fine, I did something wrong, I shouldn’t have left the hospital or even got myself drunk, I get it I was wrong, what I did was wrong, but please don’t ignore me.” I begged in half tears. ”I want you to shout, scream or yell at me, but please don’t give me this silent attitude, it’s killing me. I just lost six years of my memories, and I need all the help I can get from you.” I sobbed silently while my body shuddered uncontrollably. Embarrassed, I tried moving away, but he held me and pulled me to himself in a tight embrace. I sobbed endlessly and relaxed in his well-comfortable embrace.

“I’m sorry, I went too far.” he whispered into my ear and tightened his grip on me.

I tried stopping the tears coming from my eyes, but I couldn’t because it became uncontrollable.

He gently pulled me away from his embrace and stared directly into my eyes. I met eyes with him and could see his eyes were filled with concern, guilt, and regret. “Stop crying, I hate seeing you this way,” he pleaded and smacked his lips with mine.

At first, I was shocked by the kiss, but he slowly took my lower lips, sucked it tenderly before taking my full lips into his.

He cupped my cheeks and softly kissed me, not in a hot sexual way but in a slow passionate way that made my legs become so weak that I couldn’t stand anymore, and he had to support me by holding my waist, so I wouldn’t fall.

He kissed me for a while until he finally broke the kiss and placed kisses on my face and forehead. I smiled at him as I noticed my cheeks were red due to embarrassment and shyness.

“You are still cold.” he pulled the jacket away from my shoulders and hugged me from behind.

He placed his head on my left shoulder and his two hands were wrapped around my waist, which made me release a soft sigh.

“Warm.” I did not know when that left my mouth. He chuckled at my words and placed a kiss on my left neck.

I exclaimed in relief as I felt the warmth coming from his body. His body was so incredibly warm and comfortable that I wondered how a person can possess such temperature in freezing weather.

“You scared me, don’t ever do that again.” he murmured into my ear in a low calm tone, and I knew he meant it.

Hearing his words, I knew I must have really scared him to make him react this way towards me, and I promised not to do that ever again.