Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Lake:

I saw Kenji run after me, but I did not stop, not even turn back. His footsteps echoed behind mine and it was not long before I felt a rough hand grip my left shoulder. His contact caused me to stop abruptly. I turned to him, panting heavily. He narrowed his eyes on me, and his chest rose and fell as he struggled to speak.

“For goddess sake! Lake! What happened? Why did you run out the way you did? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

I was pissed, fairly pissed and very impatient. I stared down at my phone, which I gripped firmly with my sweaty palms and up at him.

“I need to get to the hospital. Jojo’s mum is awake and Neil says there might be a problem.” I blurted out. It was only after I had finished talking, that I realized I should not have said anything at all. He corked a brow at me, as though I was crazy.

Was I?

“You’re running to the hospital for the stripper’s mum? Okay Lake, that makes a lot of sense.”

At his statement, I found myself shaking my head. I brushed his hand away from my shoulder and dashed out of the corridor. I heard him call me from behind, but I paid him no mind.

I rushed out of my mansion and found my way to my car, I threw myself in it and drove to the hospital. I called Neil to get a basket of fruit, preferably apples because I believed she would like them. I got to the hospital in exactly thirty minutes.

As I stepped out of my car, I threw on a pair of sunglasses. I did not need anyone to recognize me until I had seen her. I climbed up the stairs and headed straight for Jojo’s mother’s ward. The closer I got to the room, the more I was beginning to realize that my little guise had not worked, at all.

All eyes were on me, it almost felt as though the scent of my perfume gave me out. Nurses and even patients alike bowed to me as I walked past. In return, I nodded slowly, but I had my mind on more troubling matters.

There was a small crowd in front of the woman’s ward, but it was made up of two doctors and what appeared to be three nurses. There was no sign of Jojo. My eyes traveled to the left side of the wall, and I found a little girl seated on a bench.

Her hair was tied up in two ponytails above her head. She crossed her legs, clad in white leggings, while she continued to squeeze her palms together. She had her eyes on the ground, muttering inaudible words. One look at her and I could tell she was Jojo’s younger sister, the one Neil had told me about when he handed me her character profile.

She raised her head and turned it towards my direction, as though she could sense I was there, staring at her. She was beautiful, delicately beautiful, just like her older sister. She cast me a small and sad smile, her left hand raised to wave me gently.

I could not tell what it was, but something had me walking toward her with a smile on my face.

The small meeting in front of the door came to an end. All eyes rested on me as I closed the small distance between the room and me. Even while I was centimeters away, the doctors and nurses all bowed their heads in courtesy.

“Greetings, Alpha! It is a pleasure to have you here, with us.” A tall man spoke, when he finally looked up at me. He stretched forth a thin hand for a handshake and I took it out of sheer courtesy.

I had heard a lot about him too. He was the owner of the hospital, the one who had almost sent Jojo’s mother into palliative care because they could not afford the bills. Neil had told me how the man’s eyes sparkled on the day he paid the money. At first glance, you could tell he valued his pockets more than the lives he had sworn to save.

I stole my hands away from him immediately and gave curt nods to the rest of the party.

“We were not aware you were coming to visit us. We should have at least been alerted by the health ministry, to let us know that we would be inspected by the Alpha himself, we would have…”

The rest of his statement passed by like the cold breeze that blew past my face after I peeped through the glass part of the door. Jojo’s mother was seated in a wheelchair, clutching her pillow to her chest. Her sunken eyes were wide open, while she continued to pinch her dry lower lip.

She was wide awake, but something seemed awfully out of place. It seemed she was only present physically, but her mind and body were somewhere else. She looked gone, long gone.

This must have been the problem Neil talked about. She must have woken up, only to find out something was wrong.

I believed she was a strong woman. Eight years in a coma was no joke. I also believed her daughters were strong enough to hold on to her.

I turned to the doctor after tearing my gaze away from the pitiful sight.

“Where is Jojo Wyatt?” I asked.

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“You’re looking for my sister?” The soft feminine voice called out from behind me. I looked away from the doctors and fixed my eyes on her. She did not look away; she did not cower in fear.

Instead, she stared boldly, even though she did not know who I was.

“You’re looking for Jo?” She continued. I found myself lowering my six feet and over three inches’ frame to her height.

I nodded slowly.

“Yes. I am looking for your sister. Do you know where she is?” I spoke as softly as I could.

She tilted her head towards the end of the corridor, before slowly turning it back to me.

“Jo isn’t…” She sniffed.

“Jo isn’t happy. Did you come to make her happy?” Tears lurked in the corner of her eyes, she was fighting to keep them at bay.

It was sad to see a girl as little as she carrying so much pain and worry in her innocent eyes.

I found myself nodding.

“Yes. I… I came to make Jo happy.”

Her small right hand pointed towards the end of the corridor.

“The right wing, with aunt Mel.”

I rose to my feet, standing straight up. Her eyes were still fixed on mine.

“Thank you,” I told her. I turned to the doctors and cast one short glance over them before I kissed my teeth and began to walk away.

“Sir!” The little girl called out again.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to her.

“Please, tell Jo not to cry anymore. I tried, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”

My heart squeezed in my chest. It was a feeling I could not quite explain.

A sad smile formed on my face, spreading my cheeks apart.

“I promise.”