CHAPTER 22: DOCTOR’S HEALER
Maya’s POV
I woke with a start in the middle of the night.
Mother’s instincts.
There was an intruder in my room.
I quietly got up and cautiously walked towards the triplets’ crib but stopped just in time.
“Shshh, it’s ok, baby. Daddy is here. I love you. Yes, yes, you,” the most powerful beast of the Supernatural Kingdom was cooing at my babies as if they were truly his.
Leo, on the other hand, never claimed them despite being their birth father. He had misled the people into thinking that I had relations with someone wild. My heart cracked on thinking about the comments passed on my loose character and my dear pups.
“You should be sleeping, dear,” came the voice from the dark.
How I wish I could reply at that moment. Helpless, I just nodded as if he could see me in the dark and turned back to go to bed. I wanted to cry all my troubles out. Sometimes I felt that I was a misfit in every situation and amongst all kinds of people.
Without a wolf, my injuries did not heal. I sat beside the bed and re-dressed my wounds, applying a generous amount of anti-septic. I lowly hissed. Doctors made the worst patients. I did not pay heed to Carl’s requests to tend my wounds at the food stall and now I was paying the price with double the pain. I was so euphoric serving the food to the kids and adults alike that the pain seemed a dull throbbing in the background.
I gulped when I saw the cotton gauze and medicine for wolf-less wolves. It contained minute amounts of silver but it still burnt the skin. However, it was the most effective medicine and I had to brave through the pain while applying it.
I took out a handkerchief and gnashed my teeth on it before dabbing the cotton in the medicine. Tears prickled my eyes as I applied the medicine inside the torn skin. It felt like boiling acid oozing in. My wolf would have healed me in no time. I missed my wolf. I missed Coco.
“Here, allow me … Luna,” he rasped in my ear, his voice deep before I was gently picked up and settled in his lap while he took control of my medical kit.
I hurriedly clasped his outreached hand between my palms and vigorously shook it, not letting him to touch the cotton gauze. He seemed to understand my intentions and softly chuckled, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I stilled and my hands dropped.
“Don’t worry. A small amount of silver can not harm me.”
As a doctor, I knew there was no truth in that statement. So I picked the bottle, ready to smash it on the ground. Quick as lightening, he caught my wrist in time and gently pried off the bottle before dabbing a clean cotton gauze in it. He was patiently tending to my wounds while I felt sad and angry.
Tears mixed with the medicine on my hand and he sighed.
“Maya,” he softly said, the mere mention of my name from his lips making my heart flutter and insides squeeze. “It is ok,” he whispered, his deep voice soothing my nerves. For a moment I forgot all my pains.
“Don’t worry about me. I can’t bear to see you in so much pain. I love you,” he said and just like that, teary eyed and mouth gagged, I surrendered myself to the faceless man who claimed to be the father of my kids and captor of my heart.
I clasped my arms around his neck and placed my head softly against his shoulder.
“I am not a doctor like you,” he said, his voice silken. “But I will try my best. It pains me to see you suffering alone.”
I shook my head. I knew he had my back the whole time. I was not alone.
He seemed to understand and lowly chuckled again.
“You are too smart, doctor. Nothing escapes you, does it?” He asked, something like … pride in his voice. “You were so brave out there. Titan and I couldn’t stop feeling proud of you. Words can’t describe the love and gratitude I feel for you. The Moon Goddess gave me the best gift of life.”
Tears pitter-pattered over our joined hands but he did not stop helping me. He didn’t flinch. He just kept tending to my wounds, his touch careful, reverent. Not stopping until every scratch was cleaned, every gash wrapped, every sting soothed.
And even then, he didn’t let go.
“You amaze me,” he whispered, his fingers brushing over the final knot of bandage. “Every time I think I have seen all your strength you show me a new kind.”
Feeling brave, I picked up the lycan king’s large hands and brought them softly to my lips. I kissed away the burn marks from his palm. Every touch, healed the marks. I still carried my mother’s healing power, even wolf-less. Poor Coco.
The Lycan King gasped.
“You healed me!”
I shook my head. No. He healed me.
The King cradled me in his arms and let me lay my head on his shoulder.
“You need to sleep. Goodnight … my Belle.”
The nickname sparked something in the deep recesses of my brain but his pheromones and scent lulled me to sleep before blaring loud war alarms rang throughout the palace in the middle of the night.
“Your Highness!” Zane’s lycan bowed.
“What happened?” Titan growled while the triplets cried.
The back of my hair rose. I knew before others for some reason.
“Rogues.” Zane replied.