TAINTED DESIRES

Finally, I escaped all that had caused me nothing but pain for years, as I walked down the road barefoot and sustained several injuries,  unable to walk properly, breathing heavily and holding on to any branch or stone I could find, I managed to escape out of the forest and into the lonely road with a bleeding shoulder from a bullet wound.  dressed in a blood-stained shirt, I could feel the cold run through me from below since all I had on was just my messy shirt and underwear. For a much fitting comfort, I had to place a hand down to avoid exposing my private area even though it was a place with no one around, a silent street without any vehicle passing by as I searched and hoped for help, The pain on my shoulder throbs so much and my vision starts to get blurry from the blood loss, gradually trembling due to the cold walking alone with no idea what to do, even my feet kept hurting while I took every step.

“Damn bastard," I said, feeling enraged, trying to maintain balance as memories kept pouring through my mind of all that had happened.

“Vance…” I called and stopped in the middle of the silent road, feeling sadness, pain, and anguish as I stood alone wiping the tears from my cheeks.

A few minutes after I recollected myself to continue my journey I could hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching from a distance, afraid and worried several thoughts ran across my mind thinking I had been found. The motorcycle pulled over, I watched as the rider got out of his seat and moved forward to approach where I stood.

Did.... he manage to find me? N..no... Vance doesn't..... Ride motorcycles,

I barely couldn't control my stance anymore and my sight slowly faded into a dizzy blur.

“Are you alright?”

The man ran towards me asking.

“Pl...please help…” That was all I could say right before I blacked out holding on to him.

**********

The next morning, I woke up feeling as though I had just had a nightmare. I struggled to catch my breath as I looked around the room. Groaning in pain, I noticed that I was on medication and that my wounds had all been treated and covered up with bandages of different sizes.

I felt a sudden chill run down my spine, causing me to quiver. As panic set in, I threw off my blanket and realized that my legs and hands were not in chains. Did the man take me back to the boss to receive treatment?

I was so caught up in my worries and fear that I didn't realize there was someone else in the same room with me. The faint voice caught my attention, and when I looked up, I saw a man making a phone call. He had no shirt on, just sweatpants, and a tattoo from his neck down to his waistline. With his blonde mullet and hazel eyes, freckles surrounded his cheeks and under hus eyes like stardhe looked like a gangster, but there was a sudden ease and relief in his eyes that was quite striking.

The room's interior looked comforting, quite large, and luxurious. It felt soothing to sleep some more. When he saw I was awake, he ended the call and walked up to me, taking a seat at the edge of the bed without saying a word for a moment. We stared at each other.

"How do you feel?" he asked with a fragile smile as he placed the phone on the table beside the bed. Feeling anxious, I couldn't say anything as he leaned closer, but I was still a bit frightened.

“"It's perfectly fine. You're in a safe place right now. I was the one you met last night — you're in my place receiving treatment. Let me check your health."

He insisted as he leaned closer to me, but I instinctively moved aside from him. He smiled and confidently held my face, then placed his hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

"Much better," he said with a sigh, moving back a bit. I watched as he got up and picked up the first aid kit from the shelf to attend to my wounds.

“You're quite big for an omega, and a recessive one.” he smiles, dangling the syringe.

I became confused, are my ears playing tricks on me?

“W..what do you mean an omega ?” I ask still in disbelief.

“...you have no idea what you are..?”  he questions,

"I'm...I'm…not an omega! I- I'm.. I'm. beta— I don't even go into heat... " My voice began to break my words, refusing to believe it.

“Smells like flowers. Daphne, To be exact. …”The man cut in to explain further.

He sighs and moves closer, taking his hand to brush back my messy hair carefully, gently moving down to the side of my neck.  as if he tried to tell me without words to not be afraid of him.

“W...what—” I was speechless.

“You're giving off a very faint scent … the doctor ran some tests, He was the one I was on the phone with... Haha... Thankfully I'm a dominant alpha so I caught on to it and saved your life when your hormones spiked to a high level.”

He scoffs as he explains.

“It smells wonderful…”  His tone suddenly went lower than the usual deeper tone he gave out, placing his hand to feel my lips quite softly, his fingers feel warm and his face gave a gentle expression, I closed my eyes for a moment to endure the feeling he reached for my hair because of the long lengths I've kept it, I know he's trying to act gentle but out of reflex once again I had a moment of panic and whisked his hand away with force.

“Please don't touch me !” I plead with quite a terrifying look on my face causing his smile to disappear in an instant making him feel bad.

“I'm not like that person.”  He whispers, without saying any more words, and he begins to prepare to change my bandages, the room is a bit cold and covered in sudden silence, getting worried It seems I must have offended him. 

“I'm sorry I had to take off your clothes, the doctor insisted I give off a share of my pheromones to control your high fever. you gave out very little pheromones.”

I looked down and got all red and embarrassed, how come I didn't think about it even after taking it off a while ago?

I'm completely naked!

“I swear I did nothing wrong but only attended to your wounds, you lost a lot of blood.”

He pleads sincerely making me feel embarrassed yet again, so I turned away quietly watching as he unwrapped my dress to put on a new one.

He smiled slightly and set aside my old bandages. I wondered why he spoke to me quite comfortably,

“Th....thank you…” I stuttered and turned to look at him again after building up my confidence.

“If it wasn't for you I'd be dead by now, I'm indebted to you.”

He nods with a dull yet appreciative expression releasing a sigh out of relief like he's finally pleased to see I don't hate him.

He smirks, holding out a roll of bandages since he was done putting on a new one for me, preparing the syringe at the same time pulling out some medical wipes to take away some blood that got on his fingers.

“You should get more rest, eat well, and don't overuse your shoulder while the doctor will soon come once again to check on your health.” He explained to me while he was replacing the IV drip.

“Your tattoo ....? Ugh…” I groan in a bit of pain from the impact of the syringe piercing into my veins while Christian injected me carefully.

“Only gang leaders flaunt such a label like that” I mentioned, hoping I didn't just provoke him.

“Hydrangea... That's what we are called…” He mentions with a silly narrative behavior, that I'm a bit concerned seeing him act like a little child, like he mentioned the name out of jest.

“Christian Miller...that is my name.” He says his name with a soft smile on his cheeks to cheer me up as he rounded up my new dressing and medications.

“Kyle... Jeong Kyle..” I say in return yet turning away so he doesn't catch onto my shyful look.

“I know, you're a member of the Red Cobra organization”

hearing him mention that, I realized I shouldn't have felt too comfortable. This was me getting treated in either a lion's den or a safe cave for a wounded animal, maybe a sheep's coat. I became alert and tilted away from Christian to guard myself, Christian laughed out loud as he took his fingers to stroke back his hair.

“Take it easy... If I wanted to do you harm you wouldn't sleep on my bed with such carefree will— Besides, I have nothing against you at all.” Christian smiled, raising his hands to show he surrendered,

To be honest, I'm really worried and uncertain, what are his intentions?

I don't trust anyone— no one at all.

Who is this man?

My thoughts are confused and messy, I don't want to judge too quickly. After all, all this man has done is treat me and offer me a warm bed to heal... He even fixed my bandages and stitched me up. I shouldn't treat him in such a way, but rather be thankful enough to come across such a person, after putting my thoughts in one place I exhale slightly to calm myself.

“....Vance and I are nothing but enemies..”

I spoke once more while sitting properly since he was done helping me.

He became silent, the man said nothing for a moment, then heavily sighed and turned to me.

“These scars... Was this done by

Vance..?”

Christian asked.

I couldn't answer, and the room became quiet, cold only filled with gentle wind coming through the window. I turned my head down but my silence gave him the answer he needed, his hands covering his face to hide whatever expression he might have in his face.

his mood changed and he let out a few pheromones, the air once filled with fresh scent gets covered in such masculine pheromones, how come I could smell this? I never picked up an Alpha’s scent,

Was this what it was like to feel a pheromone?  Or Is it because he's dominant?

I broke the silence out of discomfort by squeezing his wrist firmly to call him back to sanity.

“Huh... Are you alright?...” He asks, seeing what he has just done. 

“Control it…” I pleaded flustered and uncomfortable.

“m...my body feels different.... Y…your pheromones....” I shiver, feeling strange.

“I'm sorry!...” Immediately all of his scent was held back, Christian huffed and rubbed his eyelids as a form of easing his stress.

“I was caught up in the moment, I'm sorry!”Christian apologized and took steps to leave the room to me. I drew him back by the wrist unknowingly, my aching heart got afraid of the loneliness.

How do I tell him I don't want to be alone? 

He strokes my hair with a tender touch, it feels soothing, I don't want him to stop touching me this way. I didn't want him to stay away because I hated the silence so I held onto his waist with my left hand that wasn't bruised.

“Stay like this for a bit please!” I asked kindly as my voice broke apart, Pouring out all that I had bottled up inside all the tears that built up in me, feeling horrible.