(Author’s POV)
"You really are pathetic, Alaric Everests, I hate you. I just hate you and it’s not going to change," Myra spat those venom laced words, her every word stabbed Alaric’s heart agonizingly.
He was flustered by his lack of control, how he went wild and crazy after tasting Myra’s irresistible lips. He stammered with his words, "I was .... just ...... you were having difficulty while breathing. So, I was just .... just trying to help you. I am sorry, I lost a bit of control there."
Myra was having none of his empty apologies. He kept on crossing the line again and again, despite getting several warnings from her.
She swatted his hand away, lashing at him, "Just enough already. Enough with your excuses. Enough with your everything. I don’t want to hear any insincere excuse from that mouth of yours. Your presence irks me."
The flickering of the light stopped and the elevator door slid open. Myra wasted no time and got out of the elevator. She paused at the door and without looking back said, her words filled with finality, "If you feel truly sorry, book a ticket for me. I am going back to Damona, today." She wheeled herself out, without waiting for Alaric’s reply. She was simply done.
The staff who was standing outside, looked at Alaric with pitiful expressions.
Most of them were present when Alaric made a scene yesterday, when he brought Myra in their hospital.
They all assumed Myra was Alaric’s girlfriend as she didn’t have his last name. Some were gushing over him, saying how protective and dashing he looked while carrying his girlfriend in his arms. Some were envious of Myra, who was able to capture the heart of the ice king of Kimberg, Alaric Everests. Some were blaming Myra for not forgiving Alaric even after he loved her so much to create chaos for her sake.
They knew nothing about what was going on between them but the gossip inside the hospital was heating up.
Alaric ignored their sympathetic gazes and walked out chasing after Myra, "Hey, wait~"
Myra was thoroughly pissed by him.
At this point, even the wheelchair was irritating her. It stuck somewhere. So, she left the wheelchair and started walking, hobbling in the process. But not once did she stop or looked back. Nothing mattered to her now, no coercion, no apology would make her stay.
She thought what she would tell her parents when they will see her in such a battered condition. But she didn’t want to spend even a second in Alaric’s presence. He has been testing her limits. And this place, this place has just been a hellhole for her. She wanted out.
Alaric ran towards her, but there were a lot of people on this floor at this time. So, although, Myra was just a few meters apart from him, he couldn’t catch up to her.
A kind old nurse, saw her staggering figure and came forward to help her, "Ohhh my gosh, why are you alone? Where is your guardian?" She was oblivious to the gossip.
Myra mumbled, "Can you help me to my room, it is on the VVIP floor."
The nurse nodded and supported her, "Of course."
Alaric closed in on her and said, "I am her guardian. I will take her from here."
But before he could takeover, Myra stopped him, "Haven’t you had enough? Why are you persistently chasing after me like a madman? I don’t want to see you. Don’t you get it? Just book a ticket for me, return my luggage and I will be out of your hair, okay." She shot back feeling irritated.
Her injuries, her trauma, everything was making her feel agitated at that point. Her body and well as her heart were aching.
"We can talk about it," Alaric didn’t want to let it go so easily.
"No, we will not. We have done enough talking. There is nothing left to talk. Don’t create a scene," Myra shot back instantly. She held her head as it buzzed with constant ache.
Alaric looked at her and sealed his mouth.
The nurse who was quiet all along their intense conversation was in a bind, whether to say anything or just keep quiet and do her job. She chose the latter option. Alaric simply followed them like an obedient child all the way to her room.
The nurse settled Myra on her bed and asked if she needed anything. She declined her offer and the nurse left. Outside the room, Alaric was standing, tousling his hair in frustration.
"Young man, you have truly messed it up," the nurse said, her words laced with pity towards him as she walked away shaking her head.
He knew he had messed up pretty badly. There was no fixing it but he wanted to talk to Myra just last time. He gently knocked on the door and entered, "Myra, see. I don’t know what happened to me there. It was not me ... it was my wolf .... he .... arghhhh ... he lost control .... Moon Goddess, this is complicated." Her ruffled his hair in irritation as he fumbled with his own reasoning.


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