"What? Why?"
"Why do you know about them?"
"To punish them and to stop all this shite forever, No one deserves to be treated like this. And most importantly, to know the root cause of all this trafficking," he replied, wondering what the meaning of her question was.
"I don’t know if I can help you find those people or not because it was his minions who used to work on my owner’s behalf. I have never seen him; I've just heard his voice." Arabella responded and observed him eyeing her with doubt. She knew that she shouldn’t feel bad, but there she was, feeling bad because of the way he was looking at her as if he didn’t trust what she was saying.
"All right. Can you describe their faces? Because I will be calling sketch artists, to whom you can provide as much information as possible." Wylder asked, to which she nodded her head. He knew that all these things hurt and would hurt her a lot, but he had to find the truth ASAP. "Can I call them tomorrow?" He asked softly.
"Call him or her tonight." She spoke, looking into his eyes, and tears rolled out of her eyes. She couldn't understand why he was even asking for her permission. She watched him raise her hand and reach towards her face until his thumb wiped the tears from her cheeks and cupped her left cheek.
"Ara…" He whispered her name painfully. She kept looking at him, trying to understand the reason behind his pain. It should be her who should be in pain, then why was she acting like that? He didn’t say anything next. Withdrawing his hand from her cheek, he left the room. All of a sudden, she started missing the warmth of his hand; she couldn’t understand why the hell she was feeling so many emotions around him.
She couldn’t help but want to find out whether this Alpha was her mate.
She didn’t want to keep her hopes high, but at the same time, she didn’t want to ignore the signals. Signals that her fate was given to her.
After freshening up, she left the room to eat evening snacks and make herself useful.
*
"Want to work in the hospital?" Freya asked when she learned that Arabella was looking for a job.
"Yes!!" Arabella agreed immediately, but in the next couple of hours, she figured out that she couldn’t stand between the smell of the blood and the medicines. But still, she didn’t run away from there, as she needed a job pretty badly.
She was sure that she would adjust here as an assistant to some doctor or receptionist; after all, she could read and write.
"I’m sorry, Bella, but you can’t work in the hospital because of security reasons," Breda said when Arabella returned to the pack house with Freya. "We don’t know anything about you. So, we can’t risk you being appointed to such a crucial place where people fight between life and death."
"I hope you won’t mind it," Breda said, placing her hand on Arabella's shoulder.
"No. I don’t. I… understand." She muttered, not liking the fact that she was treated as a suspect instead of a victim just because she didn’t remember anything from her past. At the same time, Breda wasn’t allowed to tell her that it was Alpha Miller’s order that told her that she wouldn’t feel comfortable working there.
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#TBC