13 ~ The Snake Scales

Ryan POV

My heart ached to look at her. Her body bathed in blood, her mouth spitting it and her heartbeat unresponsive.

I didn't know but a painful wave ran through my body as if someone had torn my heart inside the skin.

My eyes froze open glaring at her closed one. Her face turned pale, slightly blue in color. The nerves turned visible as her skin was losing its glow.

My hands shivered and with the trembling state, my fingers touched her skin.

"Cassandra,"

I called.

My voice was fearful even for me.

I looked at the people around us and they took a step back in fear.

“What the hell do you do to her?” I asked, looking at the Slave Master.

He shivered and sat beside also touching her neck as if he was feeling her nerves.

“Save her,”

I commanded.

“If you fail to do so, see your death,”

My eyes burned with anger. She was my last hope of survival, my last hope of winning, and my last hope for protecting my identity. Moreover, I was feeling more than that. My skin was burning with anger, my heart aching with pain and fear.

Suddenly, everybody came in motion, and in a few moments, Lucas was also there.

Collectively, they started healing her and the doctors started their work. I excused myself as the doctor took her clothes off the shoulder to clean her blood. Unknowingly my mind was going on the visuals of her dark red hair, those blue eyes, and that smile.

I closed my eyes sitting on the side chair.

I didn't know why this only girl was becoming so important to me. As if her death would bring the most unbearable loss in my life.

“My Lord, she isn't healing,”

A lady informed me.

My heart ached, even more, hearing that. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to her bed. Her face turned even bluer and I sat beside her.

“Everyone out except Lucas and the Doctor,”

I ordered.

In no time, everyone excused themselves and I looked at the Doctor.

“What do you think, can heal her?”

I asked, looking at her.

Her gaze was low as she replied.

“It seems like her inner organs are burned. I didn't know how it happened because we just gave her normal medicine but suddenly her eyes turned angry, her body heated up as if she was using some kind of power to protect herself. Then, suddenly she vomited blood,”

I thinned my eyebrows. Power? What Power?

“And now, it seems like she is out of some energy as her heartbeats are getting slower moment by moment,”

“I asked you the cure?”

“Your highness, I am insufficient to treat her but I think if the werewolf supremes try to heal her along with the medicine. Something can happen. We can try,” She informed me.

“Lucas, Call Drake too”

He nodded as he started to mind linking to Drake. Drake was the third in command of our pack. His duty was to keep the borders safe so he stays at the end of this island with his mate.

Sometimes, I could hear the loud growl as the werewolf form of him jumped inside through the window.

“Heal her,”

I ordered.

Lucas turned into the werewolf too and both of them sat beside her controlling their urge for the blood. They both started licking her arms as they used their healing power on her. But, it seems like nothing was affecting her.

“My lord, she is dying,”

The doctor informed me.

“NO, She isn't,”

I glared at her in anger and walked closer to her. Sitting beside her, my hands unknowingly held her. Honestly, inside I was praying for her. Never in my whole life have I seen a girl that fearless and challenging. She was hot-blooded and minded as she never accepted my slavery. She was hard to tame and difficult to pursue.

Entangling our fingers, I brought her hand closer to the lips, keeping my elbows on the bed as I was sitting on the side stool.

My eyes looked at her almost dead state, but then suddenly she breathed deeply. Her chest pumped out as she took a deeper breath in her unconsciousness. Her face color changed as she started gaining her life back. Lucas and Drake kept healing her for a long time and finally at the late-night she was completely healed.

I asked both of them to take a rest when they were done. They literally used all their powers to do that.

But, her eyes were still closed.

“My Lord, I think her clothes should be changed,”

I nodded and came out of the room. I waited until the doctor informed me that she changed her clothes. I didn't know but I didn't want to leave her alone. Seeing, what my stupid people have done with her.

I entered the room back and looked at her lying state.

“My lord, I need to go to the garden to collect some herbs,”

She informed and nodded to give her permission. I sat back again beside her. She was changed into a sea-green gown. Her red hair looked mesmerizing and I remembered how she moaned my name when I made her taste a bit of pleasure.

I touched her flawless hands and she again took a deep breath. I thinned my eyebrows as this was all of sudden. To test, I touched her forehead and she shivered.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and I was scared to death.

Her blue eyes turned a darker shade of golden and she looked at me. Her body started heating again and my heartbeats raced. I could see the fire burning in her eyes and the next thing that I saw was enough to sweep the rug below my feet.

Her bright white skin of neck turned golden with sales. The edges of the scales were dark brown just like a snake, a golden snake.

“Cassandra,”

I said immediately in fear and she came back to her senses. Her eyes were blue again and I kept my hand and blinked nervously.

Was that a dream?

My heart beats were racing insanely and she muttered in a soft voice.

“Ryan,”

She pressed her hand on the forehead.

“Am I alive?”

She muttered.

She looked normal now and I touched her hand again.

“Yes, very much, I think,”

I stated as I didn’t know what just happened a moment before. She was still a little dizzy as she was falling on a side while trying to sit up. I tried to hold her shoulder to help, but before I could even touch she jerked my hand hard.

“Don't touch me,”

For a moment, I was surprised by the force she had in her hand but the next moment I was overtaken by the misbehavior. I was here from the evening, praying for her well-being and instead of thanking me for protecting her, she was showing her anger.

She stood up from the bed and I grabbed her hand to sit back.

“You need to rest,”

I stated.

“You cannot tell me what I need to do,”

She again jerked my hand and started walking away. I stood up quickly and held her hand to make her stop but the next moment her hand swung in the air and landed right on my cheek.

The anger burst and before she could even realize it, I threw her over the bed hovering her dangerously.