His abrupt shift in demeanor sent a jolt of anger through me. Just moments ago, he had yanked me from bed and thrown me to the ground. Now he was acting like I was made of glass because he just learnt that Alfie hasn't had sex with me yet.
This bastard!
Before I could find the strength to speak, Cassian's strong arms wrapped around my waist and, without warning, lifted me into a bridal carry. A wave of dizziness swept over me, and my heart thudded against my ribs. He laid me gently on the bed and pulled the blanket over my exposed body with exaggerated care.
"You should've told me sooner," he muttered, brows drawn in worry. "I thought Alfie had already claimed you… that I'd missed my chance."
His tone was almost… mournful?
Cassian then turned his head sharply toward the doctor who was still standing at the corner of the room. "Come and continue the treatment. Make sure he gets better soon. My money can't go to waste just like that."
I stared at the ceiling, dumbfounded.
This world is completely insane. I'm a person, not some prized possession for goodness sake.
Simon nodded quickly, stepping forward with practiced calm, as if he'd done this a hundred times. Cassian's gaze snapped to the door.
"Anyone out there?" he called, voice sharp and commanding. "Prepare a variety of dishes and bring them here immediately. You have five minutes. Fail, and you'll meet your end."
"Yes, Alpha Cassian!" several feminine voices chorused in the hallway, followed by the rapid clatter of footsteps retreating.
Cassian then turned back to Simon. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, gesturing to me with a slight tilt of his head. "Is he responding to treatment?"
"Yes, Alpha Cassian," Simon replied, his voice steady. "He just needs to rest, eat well. With time, perhaps two weeks to a month, he should fully recover."
Cassian's face lit up with a wide grin. "That's good news. I can wait a month or even two."
That made me swallow hard.
He then leaned closer to me, inhaling deeply near my neck, and a soft growl rumbled in his throat. "You smell so sweet but then you shouldn't release your pheromones so easily as as not to draw others to you," he warned, his voice husky and low as he whispered into my ears.
"And of course, I might not be able to wait until you're fully recovered before I claim you if you keep releasing this sweet vanilla and crushed flowery petals scent of yours."
"Huh?" My eyes widened as confusion clouded my thoughts.
Pheromones? The word slammed into my consciousness like a bucket of ice water. And then, like a dam breaking, the meaning crashed through my mind.
Oh no… oh hell no.
Pheromones. Chemical signals released by omegas, especially during emotional spikes, fear, arousal or heat. To alphas, these scents weren't just attractive, they were instinctual triggers. They evoked obsession, possessiveness, and carnal desire. Irresistible. Addictive.
Damn! No wonder these alphas were acting like I was a candy won which they can't wait to devour.
But then I don't know how to suppress it and If I can't control my pheromones, I'd be in serious trouble.
I really need to figure out how to suppress them. Fast but how?
Simon's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "I've already added a suppressant to his IV drip. His body was too weak to regulate the release on its own, likely due to his critical state when he arrived. Once the drip finishes, the scent will fade. I'll continue the dosage until he regains enough strength to suppress his own pheromones."
Oh great!
Suppressant. Right.
I exhaled slowly, a heavy sigh of relief escaping me.
But you're wrong, doc. I won't stop at recovery. I'll keep that suppressant going for eternity if I have to. I'm not about to become anyone's breeding toy. Never!
"Good, then," Cassian murmured approvingly, directing his words to Simon, but keeping his gaze on me. The way his eyes lingered on my face made my skin crawl.
Stop looking at me like that.
My gaze then shifted to Simon, who was calmly sorting through his medical supplies like nothing had happened.
Doesn't he feel pain at all though?
I glanced at the cracked wall that still bore evidence of Cassian's earlier rage. He's a werewolf too, even if he's a beta. Maybe he's just used to it.
Still, if I wanted to keep receiving those suppressants, I needed him on my side. I have to show that I care hence I'd have to speak with him once Cassian leave.
Just then, the door of the room swung open with a soft creak, and the delicious aroma of freshly prepared dishes flooded the room. My stomach betrayed me instantly, letting out a loud, pathetic growl that echoed in the tense silence.
I was transmigrated into this world since yesterday and haven't had anything to eat. I can say I didn't even feel it since I am a model on earth and I hardly eat but now, I need food. If I want to keep this brain of mine working to think of how I can cope in this world, then I need food and not only for my brain but I need it to have strength too.
Cassian turned at once, his smile widening as several servants entered, pushing a cart piled high with steaming plates and covered bowls. They were dressed in crisp black dresses with white aprons, moving with efficiency and grace.
"Perfect," Cassian beamed, rising from his seat beside my bed. "It's time to eat, Zane. Time to get you strong again. Time to pump you up."
He rolled up his sleeves, his face glowing with enthusiasm as he lifted a bowl from the cart revealing fried chicken which made my mouth water.
"I'll feed you personally," he said with exaggerated joy. "And you'll have to finish everything. Every. Single. Dish."
My eyes bulged as a wave of disbelief crashed over me.
What the hell does he mean by every single dish?
Seeing the stunned look on Simon's face and the horrified glances exchanged between the maids, I wasn't the only one who thought it was insane.