Page 112 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
That was the description that fitted them really well. They were extremely handsome for men, but they looked scary at the same time. One of them walked forward then.
"Hi, ma'am. My name is Alphose and I'm a friend of your daughter. We came as soon as we heard what happened." He extended his hands.
Amelia placed her smaller ones on his, her fingers as dainty as her daughter's. "Thank you for being here. I'm Amelia, Ismena's mother."
"We're sorry to hear what happened."
"Thank you." Amelia was curious to know who these men were and how her straight-laced daughter had managed to make friends that looked like this.
"I'm Valentina. I'm her younger sister." The girl came forward and greeted bravely. Alphose took her hand too, and asked her some questions about how she was doing. She answered well, while looking at him with curious eyes
Finally, he turned, gesturing towards Wolfaraine. "This is our Alph...uhh...this is my best friend," he corrected quickly, "He's also a friend of Ismena too."
Wolfaraine stepped forward and took the woman's hand into his, "I am Wolfaraine Daminor Throne. I'm a good friend of your daughter."
"It's nice meeting you. I'm sorry we had to meet in such a situation." Amelia sniffled softly. Her eyes were keenly taking in the way her daughter was looking at the man whose strong hands enveloped her small ones.
She hasn't seen that look in her daughter's eyes before.
"Don't apologize, please. Don't worry too, everything will be alright."
Amelia nodded her head. "Thank you so much. I really hope everything will be alright."
"Alphose and I will meet the doctor to get updates from him." He told her, and she thanked him again.
That was exactly what they did. They met the doctor, who explained the situation to them. By the time the doctor was done talking, both men were too worried.
Ismena's father sustained some serious spinal cord injuries and internal organs damage. Very fatal injuries that are very hard to survive and, even if he does, he'll never be the same again.
"He's still in the critical stage, he'll be staying here for a while—under our close surveillance. The next three days are the most critical, but his family can see him in the next hour. I'm really sorry, Mr. Throne." The doctor informed him.
"Thank you, doctor. I will take care of the hospital bills. Please, try your best to give him the best treatments he needs."
"No problem, Mr. Throne. You can go with the nurse to make the payments."
They shook hands before Wolfaraine and Alphose followed the very nervous nurse out of the doctor's office.
An hour later, Ismena, Amelia, Valentina, and Sandra were inside the room where Alfred lay. They sat hovering over him. He was in bandages—a lot of them. Only his face was spread but his head was bandaged too.
"He's in a lot of pain," Amelia wept. She was trying not to cry out loud because the doctor had strictly instructed them to keep things down.
Ismena was hugging her when the door opened, Wolfaraine and Alphose walked in.
"We already—" Wolfaraine was talking when he entered, but all of a sudden, he stopped. He stopped talking. He stopped walking.
His nostrils flared.
The first time, his face changed. The second time, his eyes changed—It went from blue to bright green instantly.
The third time, a growl emitted from his mouth.
"Wolfaraine...?" Alphose was immediately on hyper-alert when he noticed the visible changes in him.
His green eyes were focused on the man covered in bandages, lying down on the bed. He took a step forward and another growl tore out of his throat.
"Wolfe...?" Ismena whispered, confused.
Another step forward. His claws slipped out and the green eyes of the mountain lion glistened.
