Healing the Ruthless Alpha novel Chapter 7

I felt the fear in the sudden stillness in the room, the breathlessness and the tension that made the hair on my arms rise. The fear was thick enough to slice causing my heart to leap to my throat, choking me. Despite the silencing fear, I could not hold back my groan at the sharp, burning pain that accompanied the pot of boiling water dumped on my head.

“We are on another’s territory,” I heard a strained voice close to me. “Calm yourself.” Three pairs of feet stood close to me while I struggled to sit upright through the pain of a scalded face and shoulders.

If there was such a thing as hell, I imagined it could not feel worse than this. The skin on the left side of my face and my forehead peeled from the hot water treatment. I swallowed a groan, terrified of the man standing a few feet away from me. Nothing would make me move an inch for fear of aggravating the man whose anger made the whole room freeze.

“Step aside.” A cool voice. Calm and deadly. It carried the force of an Alpha, one who was used to taking what he wanted.

“We are visitors. If you hurt her –“ The other man was saying. His tone rang with anxiety. I could feel the nervous waves wafting off everyone in the room, especially the other man.

“Aristo, step aside.” The voice vibrating with power sounded coaxing but it carried a dangerous edge that was solidified when he barked. “Now.” I saw the movement of feet, heard a squeak, but I could no longer hold back my pain.

I cried out from the pain boiling me and the tension in the air crackled with my loud wail. The man sucking up the air in the room turned and then he knelt beside me. My breath caught in my throat as he scooped me off the ground.

“Our mate is kind!” Asena cheered but I could not breathe, his aura suffocated me.

“Alpha, you don’t have to carry her!” Beta Grace sounded scandalized when my mate raised me bridal style. “She can walk to the doctor herself. The ceremony is half over, Alpha Cahir, and it will be bad for your image if you miss it.”

“I will worry about my reputation. Worry about keeping your head.” His chest vibrated despite the cool words he spoke. “Will you lead me to a doctor or do I have to make you.” The threat had Beta Grace moving with speed.

“Alpha –“ His Beta followed nervously a step behind him. “Your behaviour will get people talking.”

“Aristo, find out who that girl is and everyone related to her,” my mate said and the Beta disappeared to do his bidding.

Aristo. Alpha Cahir. Those names were awfully familiar - my blood ran cold when it all clicked in my head. Alpha Cahir Armani, the ruthless Alpha, the man who turned the werewolf society on its head seven years ago. For two years, himself and a few other men waged war against the biggest, most renowned and revered Alpha in the world and they won. They won by the sheer killing madness of Cahir.

Seven years ago, the dynamics of the world changed because of this man. Alphas of large packs who always felt safe because of their numbers and warriors saw what a man with a hundred untrained wolves could do to a man with an army comprising thousands of highly skilled men. The panic that gripped the world for two years as people wondered if he would stop. If he could overtake the Alpha Blood pack which stood undefeated in battle since its inception five hundred years ago, then there was no telling what he would do next.

After a two-year calculated massacre, he became the leader of the most powerful pack in the world, and then he disappeared from existence. No one saw his face, no one heard his voice and no one knew his moves. People began to spread all sorts of rumours about him – that war disfigured him to the point where he could not show himself without shame, while few sang of his ethereal beauty that blinded others but none could swear on their lives that their words were true.

Alpha Cahir.

The man whose arms held me leaned towards ethereal beauty more than disfiguration. From what I could see, he had striking dark eyes that felt like bewitching orbs, a slender nose and full red lips complete with a strong, sharp jaw.

“A – Alpha C– Cahir!” I heard a familiar voice. My father. “I am sorry my daughter caused such a racket.” Cahir stopped moving.

The pain from my face and some parts of my shoulders had started to fade on the short trip to the hospital before my father blocked our path.

“Who are you?” The cool voice held disdain and impatience.

“I am Beta Markus, her father.” My father never hid his shame for birthing a useless omega girl like me but despite seeing me in the arms of such a terrifying man, despite noticing my scalded face, he did not bother to show even a seed of care for my well-being. Only disappointment and shame sounded in his tone as he spoke to my mate.