Kaida's POV "I didn't know the angel of death is this handsome" was all that came out of my mouth.

His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features left me breathless, and for a moment, I forgot to think.

His face, as flawless as the moon, all its features defined and refined.

I lifted my hand, trying to reach out to him, but before I could, he spoke up.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

Ok, that's one thing to see an Angel but to hear him speak, that's just close to impossible.

He reached out his hand and placed it on my forehead, and I solidly felt the touch.

Confused, I turned around to see what was going on. The surrounding looked so surreal, but the smell of disinfectants made me realize exactly where I was.

I was laying on an examination bed right now.

The white sheet on the bed was a bit creased from me laying on it.

"Hey, back to earth with you," his voice came back again.

I looked up at him, my face contoured with confusion.

If he is a living being, then he is the most especially handsome I've ever seen.

Not that I've seen much, though, but he just is different.

Even though he was in my personal space at the moment, I still felt safe that he was around.

"Are you feeling pain or dizziness?" He asked and smiled gently at me.

I shook my head because my mouth didn't seem to form the words.

My eyes kept shamelessly drifting over to him as he scribbled a note on a piece of paper.

He had dark hair, neatly styled, and his white coat fit him perfectly.

"Here, you can go back to your hostel now, but make sure to get some proper rest," he said.

"You should come by tomorrow to get checked up again," he added.

It was at that moment I finally realized that he was indeed the doctor.

I nodded at him, sure looking like a bobblehead.

He extended his hands, assisting me to come down the bed.

A spark of electricity ran through my body as our hands touched, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"I would also like to suggest you take an exit when you get weak again because it's not healthy being out here," his concerned voice echoed behind me.

***

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit weak. It took me forever to get ready, and thankfully, Amala was so patient and waited.

The warm sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air.

"Should we go get breakfast?" she suggested, her voice gentle and caring.

"No, I'm not hungry," was my answer, my stomach growling in protest.

As of the moment, I wasn't feeling like taking anything, as my mouth was numb.

"No, you are sick, so you have to eat something," she insisted, her eyes sparkling with determination.

But despite her insistence, I wasn't having any of it.

However, Amala seemed to be more stubborn than I am, and she won in the end.

She prepared a small portion of flakes for me, which I took along with my medication.

The sweet aroma of the flakes wafted up to my nose, and I felt a slight pang of hunger.

Just then, the whistle came again, and so we rushed out to the parade ground this time.

The sound of shuffling feet and murmured conversations filled the air.

I found a shade to sit down as soon as I reached there because I wasn't in any shape to train, lest I want to end up in the morgue.

A bit later, Amala came by to sit beside me. She picked up her water bottle and took a sip, the cool liquid gliding down her throat.

She was sweating profusely from all the rigorous exercise.

"Aren't you going back to the clinic to get some drugs?" She asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

That's when I actually remembered that I was supposed to go back and document my medical report with them as well, but I had forgotten the paper back at the hostel.

"You know, I heard from some girls that the Alpha himself is also working in the clinic as well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Alpha?

What would the Alpha be doing in such a place like this?

Shouldn't he be dealing with important pack issues?

"The girls were saying he has these sharp blue eyes with a killer body to go with it. By any chance, did you meet him yesterday?" She asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

My thoughts wandered back to the mysterious doctor, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.

Was it possible that he was the Alpha?

The idea sent a shiver down my spine.

***

I was laying on my bed when I got a call from the hostel matron. I got up, still pondering why she wanted to see me.

I asked Amala to escort me to her room. With a gentle tap on the door, she let us in.

We greeted her, and then she went straight to the point.

"You're the girl they took to the hospital the other day, right?" She asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

I was confused as to how she knew that.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered reluctantly.

She paused briefly before speaking again.

"We had a meeting yesterday and decided that you should be leaving camp immediately," she dropped the bomb.

Though I hadn't planned on staying long, hearing her say this made me furious.

Just because I was sick, they think they can send me off. I had been considered a weakling all my life, but this, it's too much.

After we had left her room, I decided to call Mr. Damien, Prof Anam's friend.

I explained the situation to him, and his answer was also that it's better I leave since I had an attack like such.

He added that he didn't know I was sick, that was why he asked me to stay back.

At that point, I was on the verge of tears.

I knew I had always wanted to leave this place, but not like that, that would mean my defeat.

Suddenly, I remembered the guy, Alpha.

"Let's go to the clinic," I said in a strained voice.

He was sitting in the consultation seat when we walked in.

I rushed over to him, and for some embarrassing reason, the tears I had been holding rolled down like water works.

"Calm down, take it easy dear," he started coaxing me like a small child.

He handed a tissue to me, which I kept dabbing my tears on. The softness of the tissue was a gentle comfort.

He looked all concerned but patient enough to let me let out my frustrations.

After I had finished embarrassing myself, I went on to let him know what was going on.

"Don't worry, I'll give you an exception letter for the time being, and you can use it before you make the decision on leaving," he said calmly.

His kindness and compassion were a balm to my frazzled nerves, and for a moment, I felt a sense of peace.

But how could I even leave now?

My father had insisted I shouldn't leave, and when I confided in my mother, she insisted it's only with my father's permission that I should leave, and now, I'm stuck in a limbo.

But I couldn't tell anybody that. If my parents didn't care enough about my health to put me in such trance, then I don't have any issues on having my corpse sent back to them.

"What about your medication, did you bring them?" He asked, his eyes scanning my face.

I nodded.

"But I handed them over to the clinic as they said it was customary," I answered.

He nodded and confirmed it.

"Don't worry, I would be giving you some of the drugs that we have available, they'll help boost your immunity for the time being," he kindly offered.

As I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder if the rumors about him were exaggerated or if there was more to him than met the eye.