His Mafia Prince
Chapter 134: I Crave My Alpha

Chapter 134: I Crave My Alpha

(ARLO)

Miles dies in my dream.

The agony and pain of the dream have me jolting awake in cold sweat. I feel frantic to know where he is. The thought that he might truly be dead dreads me. Did he die in the accident? O thought he was alive. So many things happened in the blur, most of which I don’t remember.

I seem to remember a moment after the SUV crashed into us. But that could just be a memory. I remember Miles stroking my hair, promising to keep me safe. In that instant, I trusted him wholly. I liked the feel of his arms stroking me gently at that moment. It was comforting. His gentle voice and assurance eased something in me.

But was I dreaming or that’s an actual memory?

The smell of antiseptic fills my nose. I’m in a dark room that doesn’t seem like Miles’ room back in Sasha’s mansion. I also get memories of the pain I felt when I remember the accident. I guide my fingers down to my stomach and graze over a small incision. Did I have surgery? Why would I have surgery?

Some movement at the door catches my attention. A young nurse approaches me, looking distracted. She notices I’m awake and smiles as she inches closer. "How are you feeling?" she asks, fiddling with an IV bag next to my bed.

I shake my head. "I don’t know. Am I in the hospital?" I ask. It however is a dumb equation because I already see her in scrubs. That should tell me where I am.

"Yes." She smiles, pouring me a glass of water. "Your alpha brought you in. You were involved in an accident."

I stretch my shaky hand and take the plastic cup that she is handing me then gulp down the water. It is cool and delicious. When I hand back the cup, she hesitates.

"You shouldn’t have so much liquid yet." She eyes me, concerned. "You just had surgery."

My dejected expression makes her sigh and she takes the glass from me. "Alright, maybe just a little more."

I guzzle the water again then lean back to rest on the big pillows behind me. She just mentioned that my alpha brought me in. That means Miles is alive. Not unless someone else who she thought was my alpha brought me in. Makes me wonder. "What does my alpha look like?"

"I don’t know. I was in surgery." She frowns. "That’s what the admitting nurse told me. She told me that the alpha who brought you in was distraught." She smiles wryly. "Isn’t that sweet?"

Of all the words I could use to describe Miles, sweet isn’t it? Her words however comfort me in a way. Not so many alphas would be upset if I died. That means Mikes is okay. What does it matter to me if he is okay? I only met him because I was planning to kill his boss. His safety shouldn’t mean anything to me. Now with his bite on my neck, everything has changed. My feelings for him flipped drastically.

I do care about his safety.

Even now that he is not here with me, I feel a full ache in my gut. I have fought these feelings, these instincts that I have about him to no avail. The more I fight them, the stronger they get. I’m so tired of fighting and running away from him that I don’t want to do it anymore. I want to run to him. Whatever happened between us, I can’t fight it anymore. I’m sick of running away from him.

"Was I badly injured?" I ask.

"The seatbelt pressed on you too hard and caused blunt abdominal trauma." She tucks the blanket beneath my legs. "The force of the crash caused the seat belt to tighten and put so much force on your abdominal muscles and tissues. After several tests and x-rays, you were diagnosed with a hematoma."

"What is that?"

She explains to me patiently. "The abdomen is a large cavity that can hold a lot of blood. When blood begins to leak out of its vessels into the organs of the abdomen or the abdomen itself, then it can form a pocket. Now that’s what we call an abdominal hematoma. It has to be diagnosed and worked on as quickly as possible before it can cause irreparable damage."

"Oh," I wince.

"You were lucky to have been brought in in time. The internal bleeding was relatively controlled. That means if all goes well, your body will absorb all the leaked blood back, and there won’t be the need for extensive medical intervention. You will feel better soon."

"I see." I graze my fingers over my tender abdomen. "Do you know how long I’ll have to stay in hospital?"

"The doctor will tell you that when he comes to his regular rounds." She smiles reassuringly. "He will be here soon."

I don’t want to spend any more time in a hospital. I’ve been in hospitals long enough to loathe them. I just want to go back to Miles. The last thought confuses me just as much as it thrills me. I know that having him around will calm me.

The nurse soon leaves my room and I doze off. When I wake up, I hear movements in the room. My pulse races when I think it could be Miles, but when a tall, less burly figure appears at my bedside, I know instantly that it is not him. Shock and dread fill me when I realize who it is.

Dalton.

He watches my startled expression. "Relax, Arlo. I’m not here to hurt you."

"It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?" I growl as I struggle to sit up. My attempts to sit up only cause my stomach to throb painfully. Then again I don’t want Dalton looming over me while I lie on my bed. It makes me seem too vulnerable. "What the fuck are you doing here Dalton?"

He glances around nervously. "Calm down, Arlo. Things have gone out of control and I need help. I want to make things right with you." As he limps closer to me, I notice that there are scratches on his face.

"That’s not possible."

"You haven’t even heard my proposal yet." He rasps.

"I don’t want to hear whatever it is you have to tell me. You’re a snake."

He sighs defeatedly. "Look, I get that you are angry. If I were you I’d be angry too. But I can’t turn back time. Making a move against you was a dumb thing to do. Unnecessary even. Look, you and I have had a good relationship in the past."

"Right. So why then would you try to murder me multiple fucking times?" Rage bristles through me as I lean towards him. "Did you or did you not literally try to kill me and Miles for the second time? I’m lying in this hospital bed now thanks to you."

He glances towards the door again uneasily. "You are angry at me and I get why, but can you just hear me out? I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I realized that we don’t have to be enemies after all. I...I have a proposition for you."

"Save it, Dalton. I can never trust you again."

"And you trust Sasha?" he grates. "And Miles? Aren’t they forcing you into a marriage you don’t want? Don’t you see they want to grab your syndicate for themselves? How are they any better than me?"

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