Chapter 263
Ella
I briefly considered declining Alexander’s request, but my leg was throbbing and I was exhausted. I figured a quick ride back to the house wouldn’t hurt, so I bit my tongue and climbed into the car.
“Thank you,” I said stiffly, buckling my seatbelt with some difficulty.
Alexander nodded and pulled away from the curb. We drove down the bumpy dirt road in silence, and I grit my teeth as each pothole made the wound on my leg hurt even more. Finally, we pulled up to the main house and Alexander put the car in park in the driveway. When I reached for the door handle, however, he touched my leg.
“Your leg,” he said. “It’s bleeding through the bandage.”
I looked down, and indeed, the white bandage that the medic had wrapped around my leg earlier was starting to stain with a crimson blossom. I probably reopened the wound when I was trying to walk, or when we were driving over that bumpy road.
“Oh. I’ll bandage myself back up,” I said, moving to open the door again.
But Alexander shook his head and leapt out of the car, hurrying around my side to help me out. I let out a small sound of surprise as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me, not fully, but enough so that I could lean most of my weight on him.
The Alexander I knew wouldn’t have done this for an Omega.
Or would he? Sometimes, I wasn’t sure who Alexander truly was. I’d once gotten the briefest glimpse of him being a good man when we were happy for those few short months, but it was so overshadowed by everything else that I didn’t know anymore.
“Come on,” Alexander said, helping me up the front steps. “Let’s take a look at that wound.”
I could only blink in surprise at that. He could have handed me off to a Gamma or someone, but he seemed inclined to check my injury himself.
We went inside, and Alexander led me to the kitchen where the first aid supplies were kept. He sat me down at the small table, then washed his hands in the sink and retrieved the first aid kit.
“This might sting,” Alexander said as he carefully began unwrapping the blood–soaked bandage.
I gritted my teeth as he peeled the gauze away from the wound. The bite marks were deeper than I’d thought, and they were still bleeding steadily.
“This needs to be freshly cleaned and bandaged,” Alexander said under his breath.
“I’ll heal.”
“Not unless you wrap it well.” He opened the first aid kit and pulled out antiseptic and fresh bandages. “Hold
still.”
Alexander cleaned the wounds gently. His hands were steady and sure as he worked, and his concentration was
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absolute. After the initial sting of the antiseptic, I didn’t feel anything, he was so gentle and efficient.
As he worked, I felt some of the bitterness that had been building in my chest over the past few weeks began to soften. Not much, but enough that I didn’t feel quite so inclined to throttle him now.
I mean, I still wanted to throttle him a little. But maybe… less than before.
“You know,” Alexander said as he wrapped fresh gauze around the bite marks, “I have to admit, I’m impressed. I didn’t think you’d even make it through the trial, let alone kill a rogue.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t technically make it through the trial,” I pointed out with a wry grimace. “I didn’t kill the rabbit. Anya did.”
Alexander simply shrugged and continued his work. “Either way, you’ve got a warrior’s spirit. It’s a good trait for a Luna.”
“I don’t want to be your Luna.”
Alexander’s hands stilled on my bandage, but only for a moment before he asked, “Do you have any combat training?”
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