Amanda’s POV
His eyes was blue black, just like I had heard.
They were the coldest I haven’t ever seen. There was something about the way he looked at someone. It was intimidating, piercing and compelling ever seen. There was something about the way he looked at someone. It was intimidating, piercing and compelling. You just didn’t want to look away.
“Alright Amanda you take it from here” the doctor and Nurse gives me a formal smile and I smiled back, as they exit the room.
Suddenly it feels like I have been backed to a corner. I Smile awkwardly at the occupants of the room and they smile back, either faintly or a ghost of smile on their face. All except Alpha Jake. There is a big frown that marred his face. I look at everywhere but at his face. Rubbing my wet palms on my dress and I sighed deeply.
“Alright I’ll be back” I say and move to leave the room but I hear a mutter. It sounded like.
“Whatever” Immediately I knew it was Alpha Jake.
“This will be hard” I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the room. My friends set me up. I didn’t even know anything about physical therapy.
As I sit in my new office, I lift the files off my table to reveal a dossier with Alpha Jake name written in caps. How my friends were able to get me this role surprised me the most.
Last night I was close to hyperventilating when they called to tell me that I would be his therapist. I began going through his file and when I found out that it was a broken leg and a lower ankle sprain. Even if his leg was healed, his sprain would also have to heal. And with the history the low an ankle sprains had, it took at least 2 months to heal.
So I go through his files again before I decide to go see him.
I take in a deep breath and wipe the sweat off my head. I walk to his room and squeeze the knob.
Peeking my head in I begin to speak “Your highness are you busy, can I come in?” I ask and then immediately lock eyes with him.
“Do you still need my consent, you are already in the room” he says deadpanned.
I walk into the room and close the door. His eyes is still on me. I clear my throat.
“Elm if you don’t mind, I’ll like to examine your leg” I say.
“Sure” he said abruptly.
I walk to him as he pins me with his stare. With everything I do to his feet, Alpha Jake doesn’t take his eyes off me. It takes everything in me not to leave the room.
Damn! He is so good looking.
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The time is 2am. I sit up in bed, cross legged. With every passing minute, it is clear that Sleep has eluded me. I rub my hands across my eyes and yawn but my eyes still do not blink.
“Asshole” I grind my teeth. I know the reason why I have been tossing and turning all night and it had everything to do with a blonde haired, 6’2 man.
Alpha Jake. A smug asshole.
“What does he feel like? Who does he think he is? Why can’t he just listen” I grumble.
He was lucky I had a crush on him that was why I was still giving him the benefit of doubt.
Maybe the reason he is an ass, is because of his broken leg.
Then I remember that if people needed a reason to be good, then they were not good from the onset.
Bored and tired of trying to sleep, I lean to the right and grab my phone. I go through my schedule for the week.
I have changed everything because of Alpha Jake. The moment I got the job as his therapist, I cleared my calendar. The thrill I got from the moment I heard, I was going to work with Alpha Jake, had fizzled out and I just wanted to make him better and move on but he was making it harder by the minute.
In all my life I have met someone with such a very bad character like the Alpha
He made me uncomfortable and self-conscious with just the flick of his eyes. When those blue black roamed from the top of my head to my feet, before finally stopping on my face, at the hospital, it felt like I was in the wrong room.
Going to his room that day, had my anxiety disorder on a frenzy.
Yesterday he had stared at me like I was a book in the wrong shelf.
It’s been on record that Alpha Jake’s stare was the reason he got the truths from people. He could stare people to honesty.
And that was how he looked at me yesterday, when I called him out of his shit. And if he happened to come any closer to me I could have moved back. The thought about making a compliant to the chief lingered in my head for a while but I decided to ignore it. Not when I was close to my goal of plotting Arya’s downfall.
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One day while I was massaged his foot, I saw him answer a call. He was scowling. After that call he began to through his phone and hissed. I knew that was my time to show myself.
“Your highness, your plan might not have worked with the elders of the black moon pack, but watch what will happen with Miss Arya and Alpha Chase”
Before I could say jack, he pinned me to the bed.
“Who are you?”
I tried to breath under his hands. “I’m no one… I mean I…I’m… ma…a maid from the black moon pack” I stammered.
“What?” he glared.
“Your highness I just want to get revenge on them”
“Who!”
“Miss Arya and Alpha Jake!” he released me immediately and I gasped, trying to breath.