Protect Me Alpha King

11. Healing

Where am I?

That was the first thing that ran through my mind the moment I unfolded my eyes.

My head felt like it was spinning. It hurts so much that all I wanted right now was lying on the bed until it

would disappear. However, I remembered that I was now a servant of the palace and I had to do my

best before anyone would decide to bully me again.

What happened?

Images of what happened flashed like lightning in my mind. The rogues. The dead bodies. The limbs.

The blood. The driver. The alpha king. Everything.

My stomach somersaulted and wanted to release everything I had eaten this morning. Or did I even eat

or not? I did not remember anymore.

"Oh, Moon Goddess. How long will I be able to overcome my indifference to the sight of blood?" I

whispered in my mind.

It was always my usual reaction at the sight of blood. Aside from not having a wolf, I had the peculiar

ability to faint at the mere sight of blood.

"Do you believe the woman to be High Highness harem?" one woman said.

I stilled. Servants. They were inside the room? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

A woman? Were they pertaining to me?

I cringed my neck, eager to listen more. If I wanted to know more about the palace, I should listen to

the servants. They were like the mouth of the news and hearsay.

“This woman?” another asked.

It was almost a whisper but I could still hear them.

I held my breath and pretended to sleep.

"Shhh. Lower your voice. Or we will awaken them.” Her voice was almost a whisper but thanks to my

heightened hearing, I could still hear them.

“What do you think?”

“That's the confusing part. You know the alpha king. We have been serving him for two decades, but

the women who were always with him were sexy and beautiful as if they were goddesses who step

here on earth. This woman was nothing compared to them. Not that kind of look. She is too plain. Her

hair earlier looked like a bird's nest. If she is part of his harem, she will only bring disgrace to His

Highness."

Her words were like a hit to my ego.

Was I that bad? And I even had the audacity to make the first move when I was still in my previous

pack.

Shame hit me hard like a bitch. No matter where I go, anyone would always picks on my physical

imperfections.

Am I that shameful for His Highness?

It was true that my hair looked like a bird's nest because of our near-death experience. It was

stubbornly curly. I wanted to straighten them, but I lacked the resources for that. There were far more

important things than that.

"I know, right? You know what's bogging my mind?" she said in a hushed tone.

Long silence after.

I felt they peeped in my direction.

"When she fainted, His Highness automatically seized her. He growled at any man who would take her

away from his arms when they only wanted to help the woman. Odd, right? Not natural, it was. He

carried her despite His Highness's wounds. And did you see how the blood poured out like a river?” I

imagined she shivered at her vivid imagination of the past.

“Oh. I nearly fainted because of that. Which made me believe she is part of the harem."

The alpha king did that? To what purpose?

"Right. Right. When will our queen come? I want our true queen to lead the kingdom. Not just a

mistress. With the persistent problem about the rogues, His Highness needed someone to rely on."

"I pity His Highness."

"Shhh. You must never say it that loud. His Highness never wanted anyone to show he is tired and

weak from solving all the palace concerns. The best we can do is help him by serving him what he

needs to the best of our abilities."

"I miss His Highness after his one-day visit at Haverstone Pack. I wonder if he already found his mate."

"He is the only one who knows about that. If he found her, I am certain he would announce it to the

whole kingdom. Come. Come. We will go now. His Highness and the woman are still sleeping."

"I felt envious of her. She gained the alpha king's affection."

"We cannot do anything about it. There are luckier women out there compared to the others. And also

added to that were the women he had bedded so far."

Silence.

"Speaking of that one...I saw them once..."

Wait.

What did the servant see? I wanted to hear the rest of the story so far. I heard their retreating footsteps

followed by a soft click.

I opened one eye and looked at the door. It was finally close. I listened to the surroundings. It seemed

like I was the only one here.

I released a breath that I was holding while the servants were talking. They were finally gone.

I scanned the surroundings. I was in a chamber? It was elegantly decorated with all the ornaments

made with gold. And the bed that I was currently lying in was enormous. A king-size bed. The flowery

scent wafted through the air, tickling my nostrils.

My lips parted as I continued to stare at the chamber. I had never entered such a magnificent room and

even Alpha Erik's room was nothing compared to this one. It was still beautiful but not as fine as this.

This fitted the alpha king.

My gaze shifted to the other side of the bed. King Maxxwell? So it was true that we were inside his

chamber? He was topless. Again. One hand was covering a part of his face while another one was on

his side.

My cheeks burned as I continued ogling at him.

"Your Highness..." I whispered under my breath.

No response coming from him.

He was softly snoring. A medic gauze roll was wrapped securely around his waist. There was a faint

color of red—blood. But it was manageable on my side.

I heaved myself out of the bed, dragged a vacant chair, and went to the alpha king's side. My guilt for

what had happened to him was like a bitch constantly saying it was my fault why his wound got worse.

It would also take a few days before it would heal fully.

I had to do something. Or the people's hatred towards me will become worse.

I drew a long breath, and put my hand on his forehead. No one should know what I will do. If they

know, they will exploit me.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. It will hurt but you will get better after this."

I closed my eyes, gathered all the energy around me, chanted some incoherent words in the ears of

the others, got inside the alpha king's body, and particularly went directly to repair the broken tissues

from his wound.

I was five years old when I found out I had healing abilities. It was when I fell from a two-story building

and broke my ribs when I was doing my cleaning duties as an omega of the pack. I closed my eyes that

time because of the onslaught of pain. Continuously. Until I saw and felt the energy gathered around

me, resting on my hands. It burned and put the burning hands on my broken ribs and the bones slowly

repaired themselves.

King Maxxwell groaned.

“Please endure it, Your Highness,” I whispered.

Sweat coated my forehead, but did not have the time to wipe it off. Must do it fast or the servants would

enter the chamber again.

Still closing my eyes, I saw the scary wounds on his side, glaring at me. The wound ran deeper than I

could imagine. Gathering another amount of energy, I concentrated it on the wound and it did the magic

of healing it little by little.

King Maxxwell’s breathing became strained.

“Just another minute…”

The wounds closed themselves and after this, the only thing that would be left would be the scars. I felt

bad when I could not do anything about the marks. It was out of my ability.

It was another ten minutes and I was finally done.

I sank into my chair, my strength nearly at its lowest.

Glancing at the alpha king, I saw how his pallor turned into pinkish. His breathing was even.

I needed a minute before I could stand. Healing someone or myself drains all my energy and it was the

last thing I wanted to do because it meant I would encounter a lot of blood which would make my

stomach upset.

It would take another five minutes or more before His Highness would fully awaken, feeling brand new

while I felt like a load of trucks fell over my body. Despite that, that would make me less guilty. King

Maxxwell and I were even now. He saved me from the rogues. I healed his wounds.

Feeling I could now walk steadily, I stood, turned my back, and planned on going outside the chamber

when someone said, “River…”