BOUGHT BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA

Chapter 73

William P.O.V

We all stared at Alan as he performed magic with his two bare hands. Alright, I’m not exaggerating. But I am stunned at the result of the herbs. Even Sienna looked mesmerized as she stared at him without even blinking. I am still wondering what she came here to do. It had a sweet fragrance that smelled like enticing fresh rose flowers. He stood up, holding the bowl that contained the contents of the herbs in his hands. I watched as he walked to the bathroom and when I walked in to follow him, I was stunned to see what was in the bathtub. Its liquid content doesn’t even look like the normal water I am used to. The water or shall I say potion that filled the bathtub to the brim is red in colour almost like blood and it’s emitting this familiar sweet fragrance that made me realize it’s probably from the herbs he mixed earlier. I looked at him and he stared back at me. “Alpha…,” he started and I wanted to growl at him to warn him not to call me alpha. I am not his alpha. But I just swallowed my words and waited for what he is about to say. “Luna has to be naked for this to work. I have to dip her injured body in the bathtub for hours. This is how it’ll be every day till she recovers,” he said. I so desperately want to punch his mouth and make him toothless. He wants to see Bridget’s nakedness. What sort of shaman is he? Can’t he just touch her or something to heal her? Does it have to be this extreme?

“Alpha, I know you must be thinking about weird stuff but I am seriously not planning anything against Luna. It’s just that her injuries are beyond the stage of me just touching her to heal her. This is a potent potion I learnt one time and I know it’ll work,” he explained and I sighed. “You will have to look away when I bring her here and strip her clothes. I can put her in the bathtub myself. You don’t need to do it,” I told him and he smiled. “If you can endure the pain,” he replied curtly. I arched an eyebrow at his words. A confused expression spread on my face. What is he saying? What does he mean? Of course, I was soon about to find out what he meant minutes later. I carried Bridget to the bathroom. The blood already dried up but some of her wounds are still bleeding. It’s surprising cause we, werewolves are supposed to heal faster. So the injuries must be as serious as Alan said. Just as he promised, as soon as Alan heard the door unlocked and I walked in with Bridget in my arms, he turned around. It was really difficult to strip Bridget’s clothes while I was still carrying her in my arms. But I couldn’t ask for help so I shredded the ones like the stripes of her dress that I found difficult to lose. The clothes have been ruined by blood anyway. As soon as she was naked, I gently lowered her into the potion that was still warm. Hmm… He didn’t boil it so why is it warm? I arched an eyebrow at this. It must be one of his magic tricks. No sooner had I dipped her in, than she began to tremble and cry. Her face contorted into a painedBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

expression that hit my chest so badly that I could even feel the pain myself. That was when I remembered what he had said earlier about ‘ if I can endure the pain ‘. So this is what he meant. I watched Bridget as she cried over and over again in pain. I thought I could see the tears streaming down her face. Each painful cry she made went straight to my heart. I can feel it bleeding. She doesn’t deserve this. She has never deserved this pain. Why did the moon goddess make her suffer so much? Why did her parents have her if they weren’t going to take care of her? I don’t know… Too many questions… I doubt if there’s ever going to be an answer to my questions. “She has to stay in there for hours alpha… Can you bear the pain?” Alan’s quiet voice asked. I looked at him and his face is still facing the marble tiles of the bathroom walls. “How many hours?” I asked. I don’t know how I was able to talk. I can’t remember how my voice sounded when I spoke but I know it must have been strained. “I don’t know… Maybe one hour… Two hours or more than that,” He answered and I could feel myself shivering like never before. I peered down at Bridget. She has to endure hours of this pain every single day until she recovers and regains consciousness. “She can only be carried out from the bathtub when the potion changes colour. I think it's supposed to change from red to colourless,” He said and I looked at the liquid content in the bathtub. Why does it look like the red colour is getting to a deeper shade of red? I sniffled again and I bent down. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand.

I wanted to hold her hands and tell her it was going to be okay as long as she opens her eyes to me. But I can’t. That fucking bastard made sure to design every part of her body with that blade. I wish the moon goddess will grant him a second life so I can kill him again. I have never wished for anything in my life as much as I am wishing for Jackson to be resurrected back to life so I can torture him slowly and give him the definition of hell on earth. Bridget kept tossing and turning in the bathtub. She cried in pain and trembled from the immense pain I know she must be feeling but I couldn’t even do anything. . . . …….