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[Webnovel ©Lynnifer Ice]
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Arcadio had not taken his eyes off the bloodied gamma since Fynn left. It had been nearly an hour, and his patience was wearing thin. On the other hand, Azariah was enjoying watching the alpha become frustrated. On the opposite hand, she was struggling to keep conscious at this point because of the amount of blood loss; she may have been bleeding at a slow rate, but it all adds up if it does not stop. Finally, though, there was a knock at the mithril door. Arcadio nearly flew to the door, quickly opening it.
"Well, hello to you too, Alpha Arcadio," the witch doctor chuckled. "May I come in?"
"Please," Arcadio gestured with his hand as he stepped to the side.
As soon as the witch doctor entered the dimly lit room, he hissed when he saw Azariah's condition. Instead of a snake's tail, he had legs; he was also wearing an odd dark robe that resembled a toga. His eyes thinned into slits, his scales growing up the side of his neck. His hand tightened around the handle of the covered basket he was carrying.
"Is that the patient?" the snake hissed without sparing a glance in the alpha's direction. Azariah's eyes widened, recognizing the naga.
"Yes. Can you fix the gamma or not? I have more questions for him, but I need him alive for that," Arcadio confirmed as he crossed his arms.
"Of course, I can fix him. I already did once before," the snake hissed, moving closer to Azariah. His gaze was hardened and cold, "You must have a death wish."
"Nice to see you too, asshole," Azariah harshly responded.
"Did before?" Arcadio chirped up, his suspicion festering, "Explain."
"The details aren't of importance," the naga huffed in annoyance, "All that matters is that I already healed him once before, but now he's all cut up again, no thanks to you, damn Alpha."
"Mind your tongue, witch doctor...," Arcadio narrowed his eyes, watching his every move. "So, you already know about the gamma's secret?"
"Of course, I do! I'm not an idiot, Alpha," the naga rolled his eyes as he set his basket on the floor. "Now get out and let me work," he ordered, a dark aura about him.
"I'm the Alpha, and I say that I'm staying. I already know the gamma is transgender. I don't need to leave," Arcadio spat back, going around his desk and taking a seat. "So, do whatever you need to do."
"Fucking pervert...," Azariah grumbled, throwing a glare the alpha's way. The naga chuckled at Azariah's boldness.
"Okay, let's see what we're working with," the naga put his hands on his hips, "Can you stand?"
"Impossible at the moment," Azariah scoffed, fighting her heavy eyelids.
"Alpha Arcadio," the naga addressed him, turning his head in the alpha's direction, "If you insist on being in here, then you can be my assistant. Come over here and stand him up for me. I need to assess the damage."
"Fuck no," Azariah barked, trying to sit up but groaned against the pain of the blade still stuck in her chest. She heaved, her eyes filled with a deep hatred, "I'd rather die than let him touch my body." The naga threw a threatening glare to shut her mouth
"I'd be glad to," Arcadio smirked, getting up from his chair and making his way toward them. He began to move behind the chair, amused by the gamma's resistance.
"Don't you fucking dare-..." Azariah gritted, her eyes following the alpha as far as she could.
Then, Azariah felt Arcadio's hands reaching under her arms, gripping them near her armpits. She gritted her teeth, suppressing a pained moan as he lifted her up from the chair until she was standing. When Azariah tried to jerk her arms away from him, she immediately regretted it as a sharp pain surged through her; the wound in her chest began bleeding even more. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming but still groaned, salty tears prickling her eyes. The naga clicked his tongue as he thoroughly examined Azariah's body.
"Idiot...," the naga snapped at Azariah. "You'll make your wounds worse by thrashing around. So, be good, and keep still." His eyes narrowed when he examined Azariah's backside, shaking his head before moving his focus back to her chest. "The shirt has to go. It's in my way," the naga decided, reaching for her sleeves.
"HEY! DON'T DO THAT!" Azariah shrieked, her eyes widening to the size of small saucers.
"Would you rather it be the alpha that removes your top?" The witch doctor hissed, his snake tongue momentarily wiggling out.
"No...," Azariah whispered, her face turning red. She would rather have neither of them see her breasts. She was not exactly modest, but she liked to reserve showing her body to just her sexual partners. She swallowed the lump in her throat, no longer willing to argue.
"Then stay still and don't speak unless spoken to. Honestly, you are either the bravest or stupidest mammal I have ever met..... getting wounded to this degree within a 24-hour period," the snake grumbled as he began pulling at the sleeves of Azariah's shirt.
Once the sleeves were off her arms, the witch doctor grabbed a pair of scissors and made the hole in her shirt at chest much bigger so that he could slide it over the hilt of the blade. However, now that Arcadio was touching her skin, it sent an odd sensation soaring through her body; Azariah loathed the feeling, wanting nothing more than to be out of the alpha's grip. Seeing her bare breasts did not even phase the witch doctor as he physically examined them for any additional injuries. Azariah groaned as her breasts were moved about, more out of pain than anything else; even if it was just for a physical examination, her breasts were still the most sensitive area on her body.
"I would stop making such sounds before I'm tempted to try other forms of torture after you're healed," Arcadio roughly whispered into the gamma's ear. The alpha could feel his pants tightening against his groin; it almost annoyed him that the enemy had turned him on. At the same time, he felt a heavy desire to bend the gamma over his desk and take him from behind, but Arcadio knew he would and should never force himself on another; that was just wrong.
"Y-You wish, Alpha...," Azariah spat back, squinting her eyes shut when the witch doctor put his hand around the hilt of the blade in her chest.
"Try not to scream," the witch doctor ordered Azariah, giving her a few seconds before he cleanly pulled the blade out of her chest.
"FffffffffffUCK! You son of a bitch!" Azariah shouted, her eyes throwing daggers at the naga, who swiftly pressed a thick cotton pad against the open bleeding wound. Azariah felt like the wind just got knocked out of her; the pressure against the wound made the spots in her vision return, and before she knew it, she finally fell unconscious.
"Hmm... I should have expected that," the witch doctor mumbled. "It was honestly a miracle he didn't bleed out before I got here. Quite impressive to remain conscious for as long as he did. Well, now that he's out, sit in the chair with him on your lap, Alpha. It'll make things easier for me."
"Sit him on my lap?" Arcadio skeptically repeated. "To me, it sounds like you just want to make my hard-on worse... Why can't he just stay like this?"
"Stop asking so many questions and do as I say. Last I checked, you aren't a doctor," the witch doctor hissed.
"Damn snake...," Arcadio grumbled before moving to the front of the chair and setting the gamma down in it temporarily. "I'm not getting my shirt soaked in blood first thing in the morning," he grumbled, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it on his desk. Then he picked the gamma up and slowly brought the gamma down with him into the chair, onto his lap. When the gamma's bare back touched his chest, a sharp surge rushed through him. His eyes widened as the gamma's head weightlessly fell back onto his shoulder, "What the fuck was that about?"
"What was what about?" The witch doctor innocently smiled, having fun with alpha's flustered expression.
"This weird fucking surge... It felt similar to a mate bond, but that's fucking impossible; I would have felt it the moment our eyes locked the first time. So, what the hell is this feeling, and why can he arouse me so easily? I mean, he's good-looking, but he doesn't even smell like a werewolf. He smells almost artificial. Tell me what species he is," the alpha demanded the witch doctor.
"Hmm?" The naga raised an eyebrow as he worked on sewing Azariah's chest wound closed. He side-smirked, meeting the alpha's gaze, "Well..."
- End of Chapter Twelve -