Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 23

PRESENT

Arabella didn’t know how to react even after Wylder walked out of the room. It looked like she finally got the reaction that she wanted from him, but it didn’t make her feel good. She wanted to prove her point that he was just like other Alphas out there who hit Omegas and treated them like shit, but nothing like that happened.

Even though he was so pissed, not once did he hurt her or say awful things to him. Hell, she was standing naked in front of him but not once he looked at her.

‘Do I look that bad?’ She wondered and walked toward the mirror to look at herself. And yes, she looked hideous with a lot of marks, cuts, and injuries on her all over her body. She remembered looking at her breast for a while when she crossed her arms around her chest. So, she reached her hand to her breast and squeezed it softly, and caressed it. At the same time, the door of the room was wide open; Wylder was back and found her holding her breast.

A habit that was similar to Tiara’s. Even she was fond of this. She didn’t use to leave a chance to admire her beauty, and after taking a bath, she used to stand naked in front of the mirror for at least five minutes.

‘Stop comparing, Wild. Remember how bad Ugly Duckling will feel when she will come to know that you always compared her with Ara.’ Night growled at his human.

They had personally felt this pain when Tiara had compared his grey eyes with his ex. That night, something broke inside him, something that was still broken till now. He had never stopped hating his eyes since then.

There were so many people with grey eyes in the whole world, but his luck was so bad that his eyes color was similar to the ex of Tiara.

‘I’m trying not to compare, Night. I will never want someone else to go through the same pain which I went through. It’s just that I can’t ignore so many similarities.’ Wylder responded and used his power to fix the window for which he was here. The last thing he would want her to get hurt. She didn’t even have her wolf to heal her.

Arabella was shocked to see how all the glass on the floor started returning back to its place in reverse motion and Wylder’s eyes shining like silver. Soon, the room returned back to its original shape. No one could say that something happened here a moment.

That was when she saw Wylder’s wrist, a beautiful bracelet on his wrist was glowing, especially the stone in it. Once everything was fixed, Wylder left from there, not giving her a glance.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ She thought mentally. She didn’t want to feel sad about it, but it was affecting her for some reason. ‘But what the hell was that? He did magic like Doctor Stephen Strange.’ She thought and then wondered who the hell this doctor was. And how did she remember his name?

‘Is he someone who can help me find my identity? That’s it. I have to find this doctor.’ She squealed in happiness, getting a clue to discover more about herself. All she had to ask was about this doctor. But what if he would be some celebrity or a famous doctor who would recognize her? But looked like he was also a magician.

There were so many things that her subconscious mind knew, but she didn’t. She looked at the mirror again to see herself and gasped, finding herself in blue jeans and a white shirt.

When the hell did that happen?

Maybe he did.

She kept looking at herself in the mirror for a while until she realized that she didn’t like the cloth that she was wearing. It was too many clothes on her body.

‘He could have got paired the shirt with hot pants or a skirt.’ She mumbled and looked around the room, which was in the shade of white and grey. The curtain and bedsheet were also in a mixture of these two colors. Grey, just like his eyes. Whoever had designed it, his or her choice might be great. Even the painting in the room was so beautiful.

She kept looking at all the paintings until her eyes landed on a painting of a garden full of various colors of tulips and a girl standing in the middle, wearing hot pants and a red shirt. She had left her arms open and was looking at the sun, and all she could see was that girl’s back.

Arabella touched that painting with her fingertips, “Beautiful.”

Whoever had painted that was beautiful. Since she had nothing to do for then, she decided to sleep again. She never knew at which moment she would get back to sleeping on the floor. At the same time, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in; It’s open.” A confident voice escaped her throat before she could have stopped herself.

“Hey!!” A beautiful girl in decent cloth popped her head inside. “I hope I haven’t disturbed you.” Arabella raised her brow, trying to understand whether she was really nice or acting to look nice. Arabella’s face was half burned, but not once did the girl in front of her make her look uncomfortable.

“I’m Freya, one of the nurses in the pack hospital.” She introduced herself, and that was when Arabella showed a box in her hand. “Alpha told me to change your dressing and give you the medicines.” She explained.

Arabella simply nodded and let her do her job. She observed Freya, who seemed like a nice girl to her. She gave her a warm smile every time their eyes met. “Until when will this be fine?”

“Maximum ten days, as you don’t have a wolf,” Freya responded. “Here!!! Your medicine. You will feel a little drowsy after having it. So, I will suggest you rest as much as you can.”

“Can we talk?” Arabella asked. She wanted to know where she was and also among what kind of people she was.

“Yeah!! Sure.” Freya said.

PRESENT

Arabella didn’t know how to react even after Wylder walked out of the room. It looked like she finally got the reaction that she wanted from him, but it didn’t make her feel good. She wanted to prove her point that he was just like other Alphas out there who hit Omegas and treated them like shit, but nothing like that happened.

Even though he was so pissed, not once did he hurt her or say awful things to him. Hell, she was standing naked in front of him but not once he looked at her.

‘Do I look that bad?’ She wondered and walked toward the mirror to look at herself. And yes, she looked hideous with a lot of marks, cuts, and injuries on her all over her body. She remembered looking at her breast for a while when she crossed her arms around her chest. So, she reached her hand to her breast and squeezed it softly, and caressed it. At the same time, the door of the room was wide open; Wylder was back and found her holding her breast.

A habit that was similar to Tiara’s. Even she was fond of this. She didn’t use to leave a chance to admire her beauty, and after taking a bath, she used to stand naked in front of the mirror for at least five minutes.

‘Stop comparing, Wild. Remember how bad Ugly Duckling will feel when she will come to know that you always compared her with Ara.’ Night growled at his human.

They had personally felt this pain when Tiara had compared his grey eyes with his ex. That night, something broke inside him, something that was still broken till now. He had never stopped hating his eyes since then.

There were so many people with grey eyes in the whole world, but his luck was so bad that his eyes color was similar to the ex of Tiara.

‘I’m trying not to compare, Night. I will never want someone else to go through the same pain which I went through. It’s just that I can’t ignore so many similarities.’ Wylder responded and used his power to fix the window for which he was here. The last thing he would want her to get hurt. She didn’t even have her wolf to heal her.

Arabella was shocked to see how all the glass on the floor started returning back to its place in reverse motion and Wylder’s eyes shining like silver. Soon, the room returned back to its original shape. No one could say that something happened here a moment.

That was when she saw Wylder’s wrist, a beautiful bracelet on his wrist was glowing, especially the stone in it. Once everything was fixed, Wylder left from there, not giving her a glance.

‘He didn’t even look at me.’ She thought mentally. She didn’t want to feel sad about it, but it was affecting her for some reason. ‘But what the hell was that? He did magic like Doctor Stephen Strange.’ She thought and then wondered who the hell this doctor was. And how did she remember his name?

‘Is he someone who can help me find my identity? That’s it. I have to find this doctor.’ She squealed in happiness, getting a clue to discover more about herself. All she had to ask was about this doctor. But what if he would be some celebrity or a famous doctor who would recognize her? But looked like he was also a magician.

There were so many things that her subconscious mind knew, but she didn’t. She looked at the mirror again to see herself and gasped, finding herself in blue jeans and a white shirt.

When the hell did that happen?

Maybe he did.

She kept looking at herself in the mirror for a while until she realized that she didn’t like the cloth that she was wearing. It was too many clothes on her body.

‘He could have got paired the shirt with hot pants or a skirt.’ She mumbled and looked around the room, which was in the shade of white and grey. The curtain and bedsheet were also in a mixture of these two colors. Grey, just like his eyes. Whoever had designed it, his or her choice might be great. Even the painting in the room was so beautiful.

She kept looking at all the paintings until her eyes landed on a painting of a garden full of various colors of tulips and a girl standing in the middle, wearing hot pants and a red shirt. She had left her arms open and was looking at the sun, and all she could see was that girl’s back.

Arabella touched that painting with her fingertips, “Beautiful.”

Whoever had painted that was beautiful. Since she had nothing to do for then, she decided to sleep again. She never knew at which moment she would get back to sleeping on the floor. At the same time, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in; It’s open.” A confident voice escaped her throat before she could have stopped herself.

“Hey!!” A beautiful girl in decent cloth popped her head inside. “I hope I haven’t disturbed you.” Arabella raised her brow, trying to understand whether she was really nice or acting to look nice. Arabella’s face was half burned, but not once did the girl in front of her make her look uncomfortable.

“I’m Freya, one of the nurses in the pack hospital.” She introduced herself, and that was when Arabella showed a box in her hand. “Alpha told me to change your dressing and give you the medicines.” She explained.

Arabella simply nodded and let her do her job. She observed Freya, who seemed like a nice girl to her. She gave her a warm smile every time their eyes met. “Until when will this be fine?”

“Maximum ten days, as you don’t have a wolf,” Freya responded. “Here!!! Your medicine. You will feel a little drowsy after having it. So, I will suggest you rest as much as you can.”

“Can we talk?” Arabella asked. She wanted to know where she was and also among what kind of people she was.

“Yeah!! Sure.” Freya said.