Terry and Crusoe were the ones who accompanied Wayne to the car. They were looking all around, trying to see if there was anything unusual. Or if anyone was looking at them. However, outside was quite calm. Only a few policemen were standing around, on guard. Wayne walked to the car and Terry opened the backseat for him to lay down Olive.
“You are driving, Terry,” he said as he sat down on the seat while still carrying Olive instead of laying her down. He didn’t want to part with her. Terry nodded and entered the driver’s seat.
Crusoe sat at the passengers side and Terry drove out. On the way, Wayne was very much at alert. He didn’t let Terry drive fast. First, because he didn’t want to make his mate feel uncomfortable with the speed. He loved how she was sleeping peacefully.
And second, because he was listening and filtering the environment. However, everything seemed calm until they arrived at the castle.
Dolly had arranged for Olive a few things already so they were standing by the fountain. A stretcher was waiting alongside maids and the pack healers. A beautiful petite lady was standing close to one of the healers. She had red hair, dyed red hair. Wayne stepped out with his mate and cradled her in his arms.
“Careful there, Knight. Don’t break her fragile bones,” a man with white skin-laid beards and equally white slicked-back hair, joked. He was wearing a white and blue robe and was carrying a black purse with white strings all around it.
He was Arizona Mufasa. No one knew his birth names. The name he was being called and known by was the one he formed. He said he loved the name but wouldn’t explain why. He was one of the top pack healers.
“I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Mufasa,” Wayne said and shot him a glare.
“Ah! The mate bond. I should have known,” Mufasa teased further and winked at Wayne.
“You crazy old man,” he scowled but Mufasa laughed.
“Drop her, Knight. It’s cold outside. Let’s take her inside,” he stated and began to walk towards the stretcher. Wayne hesitated but exhaled and laid her down gently. Two guards began to roll it gently inside while Crusoe and Terry walked alongside them, glancing at Olive and around them.
“I figured out something strange is going on,” Mufasa stated and peered at Wayne. Wayne exhaled and rubbed his forehead.
“Strange things. Too strange,” he answered.
“I told you about some of these things, but you wouldn’t believe me.” Mufasa shrugged.
“Can we talk tomorrow or next? I’m tired, Mufasa,” Wayne stated. He was truly looking tired.
“Sure. Go on. Come visit me when you’re settled.”
Wayne bowed slightly to the old man and walked into the castle. He went straight up into his elevator and went to his quarters. As he entered his bedroom, he saw that the maids were changing Olive’s outfit. The two were the only ones in the room apart from Terry and Crusoe who were facing the wall but listening attentively in case they heard strange sounds.
Wayne walked to his bar and poured himself some whiskey. He was feeling too heavy-headed to think straight. He kept drinking until the maids finished and left the room.
“Isn’t she supposed to wake up now?” he asked as he walked to the bed.
“I don’t think so,” Crusoe answered as they both turned from the wall.
“I miss her…” Wayne muttered and sat at the bottom of the bed, looking back at her sleeping figure. Terry and Crusoe exchanged foreign looks.
“Before the accident we were so happy and laughing, teasing each other. If I had known she would go through this, I wouldn’t have taken her out,” he added.
“Don’t blame yourself, Alpha. The best thing now is that she had regrown her cells and is now alive for you,” Terry tried to console him.
Wayne gulped down and would have stood up if he had not seen Olive stir. He blinked repeatedly to be sure his mind wasn’t playing games with him, making him see what he wanted to see.
He looked to Terry and Crusoe, and they too looked like they had seen her move. Wayne looked back at her and she groaned then laid on her side. He placed his fingers on her feet though the blanket didn’t allow for direct contact. He patted her gently and she went back to sleep.
Then he sighed silently and got up. He needed to take a bath just to clear his head. He took a lot of whiskey but surprisingly, he wasn’t feeling tipsy even a little.
“We would stand guard at your door, Alpha. Jake and the rest should arrive before we meet up for a meeting,” Terry stated. Wayne nodded and allowed them excuse themselves. He wanted the room to be as quiet as possible so Olive wouldn’t wake up as a result of noise. He entered the bathroom and got into the bath. He closed his eyes and began to think.
Who could be responsible for the attack today? He knew it was The Vrek Cult but didn’t know who they had used. They had possessed their own pack members so it was easier to go about their mission.
That also explained why and how those two men who posed as doctors escaped. They just had to possess the guards and they would walk out free. But since when did The Vrek Cult begin to use this sort of power on any casual person? They always used their greatest sorcery when the person involved is a huge threat. How can his Olive be a huge threat?
This also proved that truly when she was sent on that mission to take him out with nothing but a gun… a fu. cking pistol-they never intended for her to walk out alive. Because everyone knew it would take a lot of power and sorcery to attack him. Not a small gun.
Wayne opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He felt his fingers experiencing a burning sensation so he lifted them up to his face. It looked perfectly normal and the water was glimmering over it. Then he dropped it in the water but next he felt tingles moving up his arm. Feeling uncomfortable, he hurried up and got out of the bathtub.
Tying a towel around his waist and one over his neck for his hair, he walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he entered his room Olive stirred three times as if she was uncomfortable. Finally, she laid on her side, facing the bathroom door and gently fluttered her eyes open like slow flapping butterfly wings. Wayne’s heartbeat almost stopped as his eyes met his mate’s green ones.
“Baby,” escaped his lips and she sighted him after her blurry vision dissipated.
“Waynie,” she called in a very weak voice. He ran to her and knelt by the bed.
“Sweetie, how are you? Does anywhere hurt? Do you have a headache? Should I get you some drinkable water?” he bombarded her with questions. He was so worried, but was really glad she had woken up. He missed her so much and wanted to hug her already.
Olive chuckled and took her weak hand to his wet face. She rubbed his cheek and exhaled.
“Just water,” she muttered and he darted away. In less than ten seconds, he was helping her to lean her top back against the headboard. He brought the glass to her lips and she slowly gulped down the water before he helped her lie back down.
She looked around the room and crinkled her face. Why was she in their bedroom?
“Wayne, why am I in our room? I thought… I remember that… that something happened,” she stammered as she looked at him for answers.
“We just left the hospital, babe,” he answered and hurriedly dried his hair with the towel.
“How did… where are my… injuries?”
“Gone.”
“Gone?”
He smiled at her.
“You already healed, sweetie. Except the chest wound I suppose. It’s not fully healed yet,” he stated and began to walk towards the closet. He looked back at her and smirked.
“I missed you,” he said. Before she could even comprehend, he entered the dressing room and grabbed a singlet and shorts which he wore immediately. He returned to Olive and climbed in bed with her.
“I believe you would explain everything for me later, right?” Olive asked as he drew closer to her.
“Yes, I would,” he answered and made her put her head on his shoulder.
“Things are strange,” she mumbled and closed her eyes. Wayne held her hand and a mighty force of electricity shook him that he vibrated and yanked his hand from Olive’s.
“What is… what is wrong, Wayne?” a worried and frightened Olive asked. Wayne gulped and stared at his hands.
“Mate bond,” he answered. She didn’t look convinced but confused instead.
“I’ll also explain that,” he lied. He had no idea what just happened to him.
“Be right back, baby. Let me get you something to eat,” he said and hurried out of the room. Olive sighed and sat up with much difficulty. She felt her chest and could feel that the injury was still there. Not fresh but half healed and still painful. She was confused on how she would heal so fast like that. She had thought she would die from all the pain and injuries from the accident, but here she was looking fine?
And why did Wayne’s injuries look fresher than hers. The man hadn’t bandaged them after his bath and she had seen that they were not too healed up like her chest wound. Most of his injuries had disappeared. However, the head injury still looked fresh alongside the shoulder one. Olive knew she was the terrible one at healing. What was happening to her?
Meanwhile, in the receiving hall where Wayne had run to, things were involuntarily floating in the air. Wayne was on his knees, sweating profusely with his hands on the floor. He tried to move the hand but as soon as he did, objects came crashing down.
“Call Mufasa, now!” he yelled in a whisper. Terry and Crusoe were the ones he ordered. But they were too horror struck to even hear what he said. All they knew was, their Alpha was levitating objects.