CHAPTER FOURTY SEVEN

Reincarnated
Chloe's pov
I'm in the place where the myths talk about—the peaceful aboard with the moon goddess. I'm swimming in a feather bed that massages all the burnt-out muscles in my body.
Am I dead?
Oh yes, you are. How else will you be feeling this much softness? My mind howls at me.
But if I'm dead, what are these small cranky sounds I hear? Where are they from?
Although my eyes are closed, I can still hear a faint noise.
The question is, how and when did I die?
If my memories are still intact...I remember running into the wild forest and wolfing out, not out of personal control but because she had the strength needed to run.
I am very certain that there is no soft furniture in the wild forest, and there is no such chill as what I'm feeling either. I'm too weak to open my eyes, to move my limbs, to do anything. But I can still feel and understand what I'm feeling.
"She's waking up. Let the Alpha know he can see her." A male voice says almost frantically.
Wait what?
The Alpha? I can't believe it. I didn't even make it past the territory. I still got caught after all my attempts to flee from the evil claws of the wolves in my pack. I was probably caught after my last blackout. The light I saw yesterday in the bush was definitely not guards sent to catch me.
"Are you sure she is waking up? She looks like someone that is dying to me," a different voice from the first one calls out.
"No dummy. She is breathing, and her fingers are shaking, can't you see?" The first voice says to the second voice, I think.
"I know, but isn't this how death comes in movies? After moving their fingers, they will start to shake vigorously, and before you know it, their spirit is gone."
I lay still on the bed, trying to familiarize myself with what is going on. Sure I do recognize the voices like that of males. It just doesn't sound familiar or ring a bell.
What actually happened?
I remember running into the trees and wolfing out, not out of personal control, but because she had the strength I needed to run.
"Fuking go and call the Alpha, dimwit.
"I'll just send one of the guards. I can't possibly leave you alone with her. What if she springs up from the bed and attacks you? What if she is a monster?"
It is here, and now I realize that, in fact, it is definitely not Alpha Marcus they have been talking about—I know I'm not home because no one in my pack would ask if I'm a monster or not.
The men in the room refuse to get back to their conversation, leaving me utterly disappointed. I wanted to gather more information before eventually opening my eyes.
Which Pack am I at?
I wait for a couple of minutes to pass, hoping in no time I will hear something informative, but nothing of such happens. Instead, the doors seemingly fly open, and there comes in, a pleasant scent, strong and very masculine—alpha-like.
Their Alpha is definitely here.
"Alpha Slyvester." They both chorus.
"Where is the rogue?" The Alpha, I suppose, questions.
"The one in the hospital robe."
Shit! Shit! Shit! I didn't even realize I was in a hospital. I really hope it was a female who changed me and that whatever the situation was before bringing me here is actually not that bad.
Thuds and highly concentrated scents follow next. A hand reaches for my face brushing the fallen hair away slightly. I shiver from the contact, which gives away my pretense. Subsequently, but slowly I part my eyelids open.
Is it me, or does the Alpha has a thing for being hot? Alpha Slyvester is handsome. On a scale of one to ten, he is thirteen. He is the definition of different. It is hard to tell if the cyan blue color of his hair came naturally or not. However, facts remain he is handsome—Mouth-wateringly and heart-stoppingly beautiful.
I try not to make the quake in my feet evident because, as it is, Alpha Slyvester is effortlessly making my toe curl. And why the hell is he staring at me like that? The intensity of his honey brown hair is so strong that I feel I'm slowly losing myself inside then—like I'm losing myself in the depths of his eyes.
"She isn't a rogue yet." The alpha says in a throaty baritone voice. Not only does he have a fuck me eyes but also a suck me a voice to go with. The statement is not directed to me, but he is obviously talking about me.
"What pack are you from?" This time, he directs his question to me. His voice is deep and gentle, and soothing. The effect it has on my throbbing muscles is very similar to that of my massages, ointments, and balms.
"D..ark.." I stutter at my first attempt at a sentence since I woke up. My throat is dry, and my voice is hoarse from thirst—it is so dry that attempts to speak scratches it.
I instantly begin to wheeze as air rushes in through my windpipe, which makes them provide me with a bottle of water immediately. The water bottle has been sitting on the cabinet not too far from my bed.
In seconds I gulp down the bottle's content and take a deep breath before attempting to form a comprehend-able sentence.
"Silver moon pack." I cough out. My throat is still parched, only it is no longer hurting, but I doubt the Alpha or any of the other two guys in the room heard me.
"That pack was wiped out months ago by a villain pack. How come you are still on the run?"
Okay, this Alpha actually knows what he is saying. I guess it is time for some truth then.
"I'm originally from the Silver moon pack, but after the raid in my pack, the Alpha to the dark wood pack took us as refugees to his pack. Please don't let the Alpha know I'm here." I throw my hands up in a pleading stance immediately. Mercilessly grinding my palms to add the effect—My pack would be the end of me if I should return now.
"I'd give your body some more time to recuperate. We will talk later." Alpha Slyvesrer rubble, casting me a pitiful gaze.
As much as I don't want anyone to pity me, I don't complain. There is this softness that comes with the way he is staring at me.
"Thank you," I regard him with a slight bow. My Alpha or not, this man deserves my ultimate respect.