REJECTED: The Alpha Behind The Mask

Victoria’s POV

Her words made me curious and anxious about my lost memory. I was curious about why I would lock myself up in a room for almost a month. That was insane, really insane.

“Did you know the reason?” I asked,

“Dad said you were going through a painful heartbreak and I should stay away from you.

“Eric.” I murmured to myself.

He must have caused me a lot of pain.

“After a month, you began having breakfast with us, and we became friends,” she said with a big smile.

I flashed her a weak smile and took another spoon of the ice cream.

I felt regret for not letting Elliot say what he wanted to say when he wanted to tell me all Eric did to me. If I had listened to him, maybe I wouldn’t have been clueless and so anxious.

I felt two hands on my shoulders and realized it was Catherine’s. “Don’t over stress your brain, your memory will come.” she flashed me an assuring smile and took her hands off my shoulders. “I need to go, I have practice in a few hours.” she stood up from the bed and flickered me a warm smile.

“Thanks for coming.”

She chuckled and moved closer to me, “Come back soon, you know you are the sibling I never had.” she said and hugged me tightly.

“See you later.” she smiled warmly and left.

I sighed and stood up from the bed as I thought of what Catherine said.

I walked around the room aimlessly as I thought of what Eric might have done that would make me leave my country, change my name and hide away from him. Whatever he must have done might have really hurt me because I knew I was not the type who runs away from my problems and fear. Then why did I run away all of a sudden.

“You are over stressing your brain, and it’s not a good idea.” I heard nurse Agnes’ voice from the door. “If you are curious about anything, then you should ask someone but don’t stress your brain about finding the answers, it’s a bit risky to your brain.” She pleaded.

“Is that what he told you to do, to make sure I don’t get back my memory?” I muttered in a harsh manner.

“What are you saying?” she replied, hurt and taken back by my words.

Realizing what I had said, I grumbled, and moved a bit from her.

“I’m sorry, I just need some fresh air.” I murmured and quickly went for my jacket.

“You can’t go out, it’s too risky for you…” she tried objecting, but I cut her off, “I’m not a kid anymore, the fact that I lost some part of my memory doesn’t make me a kid, I can take care of myself.” I grumbled angrily and put on the jacket.

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” She proposed.

“That won’t be necessary.” I did not let those words finish from my lips before I opened the door and left.

I shouldn’t have spoken to her in that way, she was just being kind and doing her job.

I walked around the streets of Australia as my body shivered with cold. Quickly, I rubbed both my hands together to generate some heat, but it wasn’t as good as the heat that came from Eric’s hands.

I sighed heavily as my thoughts drifted to him, I was supposed to be angry at him, but here I am thinking about him and his warmth.

I put my hands in my jacket to keep my hands warm when I noticed there was something in my pocket.

I took it out and realized it was a card and some cash I saw a few days ago. I smiled when I realized I had some cash with me.

I looked around and discovered I was close to an eatery. I walked towards it, got in and took a table.

I ordered a soft drink and some pancakes. I took out the card and stared at it one more time.

“Prince Liam.” I read out.

Who was this man? How did I get his card, and how can a common girl like me get such an important person’s card.

I need answers, and maybe he is a friend of mine and I can get answers from him.

I took a sip of the drink and a bite of the pancake as I kept staring at the card. His home address and work address were written on the card. Perhaps I should give him a call, but I don’t have a phone with me.

I ate quickly, paid my bills and left the eatery. I walked around looking for a public phone to use. After searching and asking questions, I was directed to a phone booth.

I wanted to go inside and make the call, but then I realized I did not have coins, but only some cash with me. “Shit.” I grumbled and ran my fingers through my hair.

I totally forgot these things work with coins. “Do you wanna make a call?” I heard someone’s voice from behind.

I turned around and met a tall, handsome dude standing before me with a big smile on his face. He was putting on blue jeans, long white-tutle neck sleeves and a blue jacket, he was incredibly hot.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hello, back to earth, miss.” his voice snapped me out from my daydream.

“Oh, sorry… I’m sorry.” I stammered shyly and moved my gaze away from him.

“I wanted to make a call but totally forgot to bring some coins with me.” I mumbled shyly.

“Things like that do happen to me.” he beamed at me while he stared at me with his light-brown eyes.

“I have to go.” I murmured and was about to walk away, but he stopped me.

“Wait.”

I stared at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I have some coins here,” he put his hands into his pocket and took out some coins from his pocket jacket.

“Have it.”

“No, thanks, it’s okay.” I rejected politely.

He smiled at me, moved a bit closer to me, took out my hand from my pocket jacket and placed the coins in my hand before closing my hand.

“Have it.” he flashed me a big smile, which gave me the opportunity to see his white set of arranged teeth, which reminded me of Eric’s.

“I have to go.” he smiled again and left before I could say a word.

I watched him walk away until he was out of my sight.

Sighing heavily, I went in, put in the coins and dialed the number on the card.

It started ringing, and I could feel I was nervous because I actually did not know what to say or how to begin the conversation if he picked the call.

“Hello.” Came the cold, demanding voice. Hearing his voice, I shivered with fear and immediately lost my voice.

“This is Prince Liam on the line, who is this.” he demanded in a cold, chilling voice.

I bit my lips and did not know what to say, I was nervous, damn nervous.

“If you can’t speak, then I will have to end this call.” he spoke irritated, and I realized I had to speak, or he might end the call, sensing that he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Hello.” I spoke almost like a whisper.

“I can hear you, who is this.” he asked, but this time his voice was a bit calm.

“It’s Victoria.” I mumbled, almost to myself.

“Victoria,” he asked, surprised.

“Yes, em… I saw your card in my pocket and decided to call you…” he did not let those words leave my lips before he cut me off. “How are you, is everything okay, why are you out of the hospital, are you lost, why are you calling me with a public phone.” he asked, sounding worried.

A small smile appeared on my face when I realized he actually knew me and was bothered about me, but then how did he know I was at the hospital?

“You know I’m in the hospital,” I asked curiously.

“Of course, Eric told me, how are you.” He asked, concerned.

Hearing his words, I released a soft sigh of regret. I thought he was a friend to me, but never knew he was a friend to Eric.

“You are Eric’s friend.” I asked to be certain.

“Yeah, where are you? Is something wrong with you?” he demanded in a worried tone.

“No… No, I’m fine. I saw your card and wanted to see who it was.” I murmured angrily to myself.

I thought he was my friend, I thought I could get few answers from him, but he was Eric’s friend and I couldn’t ask him those questions.

“Are you okay.” He asked,

“Yeah, sure, I have to go.” I muttered quickly and ended the call.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, jokes on me to think I could be friends with someone as rich as a prince.

I kept the card back in my pocket, left the phone booth and was about to walk away, when I saw the handsome dude walking towards my direction.

Alpha Eric’s POV

“Let the meeting wait until I return from Australia.”

“Yes sir.”

I wanted to say something else to him when I noticed my other phone was ringing. I went for it and saw that the caller was nurse Agnes.

“I’ll call you back.” I ended the call and picked up her call, “What is it.” I asked.

“It’s Victoria, sir.” she spoke in a worried tone.

“What is wrong with her?” I asked while seizing my breath.

“She left the hospital in anger, saying she was going for a walk.” She explained.

“Shit.” I ran my fingers through my hair in panic.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I can’t really say, sir, she was stressing her brains with thoughts of trying to remember some things from her past. I warned her it was bad for her, then suddenly she became angry, saying she knew it’s our plan, that we didn’t want her to regain her memory.”

“That’s bullshit.” I murmured.

“She left angrily saying she wanted to go for a walk alone.”, She added.

I groaned and tiredly massaged my forehead.

I believe Elliot must have said something to make her react this way.

“Let’s wait until an hour. If she doesn’t come back, give me a call.”

“Okay sir.”

I ended the call in a hurry and checked the time. It was already past 9pm, and I shifted my flight to 12am.

I left my room, went downstairs to the bar in the sitting room, took out a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

I sat on the couch and sipped my drink as I waited for Agnes call.

I knew I needed to tell her everything before Elliot did. If she finds out the truth from him, then I will lose her forever.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I tapped my fingers on the glass in my hand. Things were getting more complicated for me. I succeeded in finding Victoria after searching for almost two years. She lost every memory of me, and I thought I could fix things back, but here comes Sophie with a child I never knew I had.

“Are you okay, sir.” I recognized the voice without looking.

“I’m fine, get some sleep.” I signaled my hand to him, telling him to leave.

He stared at me for a while before he lowered his head and left.

I closed my eyes and relaxed on the couch as I wondered what was going through her head. I wondered what Elliot must have said to her that would make her react in such a manner.

Anxious, I dialed back Agnes’ number. It rang a few times before it was picked.

“Is she back?” I asked,

“No, sir.”

I groaned angrily and took another sip of my drink.

“When did she leave?”

“Around 2pm sir, and it’s almost 5pm.” she murmured tiredly and worriedly.

“Don’t worry, she will be fine.” I assured her and ended the call.

I stood up from the couch, went back to my room, pulled off my clothes before checking the time.

It was 10pm and my flight was in two hours from now.