Doctor Kedeva

Doctor Kedeva

A frustrated sigh escaped my lips the moment I walked out of Kiara's room. I had thought that scaring her would make her tell me the reason why she was lying to everyone—that she had forgotten her memories—but I failed.

I kind of knew why she had done that, though, and I wanted to be sure.

I walked past Maria's office, and I battled out the idea of going in and telling her that Kiara has not only been lying to her all along about her memory loss but to everyone of us.

I peered through the keyhole, and I saw her massaging her scalp. She looked exhausted. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to confront Maria right then and there or find a more appropriate time to discuss the situation. However, seeing her visibly drained and overwhelmed, I decided it would be best to approach her when she was in a better state of mind.

I think she felt my gaze on her because she raised her head and our eyes met before I could walk away. I pushed my head downward, thinking that she'd feel like she had seen her own things, but I was wrong. The next moment, even before I could run, the door was pulled open.

"What the fuck, Dr. Kedeva?" She snapped while looking down at me. I hadn't expected her to open the door that quickly, so I ended up falling on my rear end out of fright.

I shrugged and grinned foolishly at her. "Nothing Maria. I was just... I lost my words. Scratching my head, I looked up at her and said, ''I was just checking on you.'' A nervous chuckle escaped my lips, which I was deadly sure didn't escape her sharp ears.

She hummed, to my shock, knowing that she was someone who liked pressing on with conversations. I watched as she played with her tongue, and, leaning against the now widely opened door, she looked down at me and asked, "Why are you nervous then?"

Damn it! I thought the conversation was over.

I smiled, even though I could feel my heart thumping wildly as if I had just participated in a hundred-meter race. "I dunno." I didn't expect that to come out of my mouth, but it did, and unfortunately, I couldn't take it back.

I avoided her gaze by looking anywhere but her eyes. Everyone in the pack knew how good Maria was at reading people's thoughts. Sometimes, she would just smile at you and bubble her head in agreement when you lied to her, and that's what made people more nervous when they were around her.

In case that happens, she'll never come to you and ask, which is why you lied, but she'll start avoiding you as hell, and if she doesn't avoid you, she'll start getting grumpy around you.

It's not like it was a bad thing for her to avoid you, because some people lie for a reason, but her being grumpy around you or avoiding you will let other people know that there is something fishy about you.

"Get in here. We need to talk." Her serious voice jarred me from my unconscious state of mind.

I panicked. "M-Me?" I asked, my index finger drumming once on my chest, but she had already retreated back, slamming the door on my face. I rose from the floor and dusted invisible dust off my clothes, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity.

What could she possibly want to talk about that was so urgent? I took a deep breath, gathered my thoughts, and knocked on the door.

"I know you lack manners, so spare me the fake gentlemanliness and bring your ass in here," her voice, laced with annoyance, called out from inside the office.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I gently pushed the door open and made my way into the office.

She was sitting on a black leather chair by the large glassy windows that ran from the ceiling to the tiled floor, her gaze fixed on the bustling city below. The sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow on her face as she turned to look at me. Her expression softened slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath her.

"Sit," she said coldly while pointing the chair beside her, making me doubt if I had really seen her expression softening or if I was daydreaming about it.

"I am not undergoing any tests, am I?" I asked jockingly, hoping to make her smile or at least grin, but her poker face never reacted. In fact, she wrinkled it much more, making the air around the office change.

She stared at me, her middle finger tapping on the table. After a silence that seemed to last forever, she walked over to the window and gazed over at the city skyline.

Catching my curious gaze on her, she walked to her table, sat, leaned forward toward me, and placed her chin on her folded hands. "I wonder what you and Maria are hiding from others." She said it with a sly smile, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I've noticed the secretive glances and hushed conversations between the two of you. Care to enlighten me?"

I choked on my own saliva.

She reached for the transparent, two-liter jug on the side table and poured herself a glass of water, taking a sip before continuing. "You know, secrets have a way of unraveling eventually. It might be better to come clean now rather than later." Her voice held a hint of warning, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

She reached for another glass and, with her icy blue eyes fixed on me, filled it with a generous pour of water and handed it to me.

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said while dabbing the hand towel she had passed to me on the sides of my lips.

"Mmh." She hummed while nodding in agreement, an action she always takes instead of calling you out as a liar.

I watched as her tongue lightly brushed against her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had when she was deep in thought. It was clear that she wasn't convinced by my response, but she chose to let it go for a little while, I bet.

She took a deep breath, looked at me for as long as it made me sweat, and leaned on her chair's spongy backrest, which was covered with shiny leather.

"You can leave.'' She stretched her hand to point at the door.

When I reached the door, I looked over my shoulder and told her, "I am not hiding anything, Maria. You know, I would have told you already.'' I tried to convince her. No, I was trying to convince myself that I didn't know anything about Kiara.

She hummed and nodded, indicating that she knew I was lying to her again. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the door's golden knob. Pulling the door open, I walked out of her office to my room.

I wasn't interested in going back to my office. All those things, including Kiara's appearance in Alpha Maseno's territory, were slowly killing me. I knew who she was and had the feeling that all she had done with Alpha Benna could have just been an act, but I pushed that feeling away whenever it threatened to drown me.

Alpha Maseno has been nothing but an angel to me. Although people know how dangerous he is because he is most often referred to as the son of the devil, he never hurt us, his workers.

I have been going against him since the day he employed me as his personal doctor, which always makes me question my loyalty, and now another person, who I was sure would go against him too, has appeared.

I swung my legs off the bed because the moment I walked in, I threw myself on the bed, wore my shoes, and walked to the toilet. I stood there, wanting to go and tell Maria everything.

"Telling her everything will result in us getting exposed as well," my wolf reminded me.

Nodding in agreement, I walked back to my bed and jumped on it, burying my face in the pillow.

When Alpha Benna once offered me this opportunity to be his spy, I immediately accepted it because whatever he was paying me, although it was nowhere near what Alpha Maseno paid me, added to my zeros, so I was like, Why not?

The idea of getting so much money by the end of the month because adding what Benna gave me to what Maseno paid me would make me a millionaire every month overpowered me.

It was years later that I snapped back into reality and realized how deep the hole I had dug myself into was getting. I once tried to talk to Alpha Benna and told him that I no longer wanted to be his spy, but he threatened to expose me.

My phone buzzed, jarring me from my regretful thoughts. I caressed my hands on the bedside table without raising my head on the pillow and felt it. Dragging it on the table, I held it on my palm, all my fingers gripping onto it, and pressed it against my ear.

"Hello," I responded to the caller, but the phone still buzzed. Realizing that I had answered it without swiping across the answer button, I cursed and did it nonetheless.

"Hello. Dr. Kedeva speaking," I responded, irritability pressing on my voice, wondering who could be calling me at that time.

A chuckle sounded from the other end, and then a deep, cold, and low voice spoke, "Hello, Kedeva. Long time, no see. What do you think? Coffee?" The person asked.

I jerked up from the bed and sat upright while my nails dug into my mattress. "Benna!" I called back in panic and then lowered my voice when I realized I had called his name loudly.

"Meet me at our usual place and at the same time, or else you know what I'll do," he threatened.

No, he wasn't threatening. He'd do whatever he wanted if I dared go against him. Was it bringing hell knocking over my head or making me dance on Lucifer's fire forever? Nothing was hard for him. The fear that gripped me was suffocating, but there was no way I could meet him at that hour.

Before I could respond, beeping sounds echoed as the fucked-up realization hit me.

Godamned. Freaking. Bastard.

He had hung up, leaving me with no choice but to go to our usual spot and hear him out. I couldn't ignore his ultimatum, knowing the consequences if I did. Reluctantly, I grabbed my coat and headed towards our meeting place, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty.