Alpha Luka And His Human Mate

Victoria's pov

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" I shouted as I dived down, sliding on my chest just in time to catch his hand.

Those years of track in high school and college actually paid off, but I could already feel the bruise forming on my chest. I grabbed him with my other free hand after bracing myself so I didn't slide off the cliff with him. I groaned as we slipped a little, and I couldn't believe how heavy he was.

I peered over the cliff to see him unconscious, making him heavier and harder to hold. I realized that he must've hit his head when I grabbed his hand. I slowly pulled him up over the edge, ignoring the shock of pain that ran through my chest.

Yep, it's bruised.

After successfully pulling him on flat land, I laid beside him to catch my breath. I felt like I ran a marathon as my chest rose and fell rapidly. However, I didn't mind since I saved him. I took a glance at him, seeing how peaceful he looked in his unconscious state.

There was blood at the back of his head so I concluded that that's where he took the blow. If he had jumped instead of stepped off the cliff, maybe his head wouldn't have gotten hit.

But if he had jumped, maybe I wouldn't have caught him.

‘Well what now?’, I thought as I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could get a better look at him. I pondered on whether to take him to the hospital or not, but unlike any sane human being, I was skeptical about the idea.

After the little encounter I had with him, I think I knew that he wouldn't like that very much. And there wasn't anything major wrong with him physically, so it wouldn't be that necessary. I'm a nurse after all, so I could  treat his head and send him off good as new.

Home it is then.

I spent almost half an hour just getting him to my car. It was not easy to carry a fully grown 200 pound man, and I tried as much as possible to avoid dragging him so he wouldn't get hurt and dirtier.

Imagine waking up to find his clothes gone in a stranger's house--definitely not appealing.

The journey home was somewhat heart wrenching as I thought about all the possible reasons why Luka would try to kill himself. He looked like one of those people who had everything together, but as they say, it's always the ones that seem like they have it all together who's hurting the most.

The effort to get him up the stairs was rendered pointless seeing that it was much harder than I thought it would be, so our guest had to settle for the couch.

I sat on the couch across from him just staring for about 20 minutes. My heart hurt for him when he shifted a little with a pained expression on his face. I had no idea what was happening in his life, but I oddly had an urge to erase it. I hated that I couldn't make it better in that moment--strange ,since he was just a stranger.

I sighed deeply, realizing that it was getting late and exhaustion dawned on me. Guessing that he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, I decided to take a shower and wash this horrible day off me.

The warm water beat against my back in a perfect massage, and I could feel all the tension, stress and pain slowly lifting. The shower was lovely, and I realized that it was exactly what I needed. I hopped out feeling very refreshed and much better than before as I dried my hair and mumbled a song. But as if the universe couldn't grant me peace, I heard a sudden loud crash downstairs, causing me to quickly make my way to see what had happened.

The sight in front of me had my mouth falling to the ground in utter shock. Luka was up and fuming, and I could literally see the steam radiating from him.

It seemed as if he remembered everything, and he was not happy about it. But I couldn't just make him die. Yes he's a stranger, but his life is valuable. All lives are.

him to my purple vase that was now shattered on the ground, causing my heart to

loved that

his face, and I shrunk back at the slight but effective movement. His eyes were dark as night and he looked as if

save me!?" He shouted at the top of his voice, his body shaking vigorously. I stepped

"Well?!"

way he was talking to me. I understood completely that he was hurting and unhappy with life, but what kind of human being would I be if I watched him kill himself? I shook the fear away

watch you kill yourself!" I shouted back just as loud. My

Victoria? You don't

I just couldn't let you go through with it when I'm standing right there" I pointed out, lowering my voice a little. I pleaded to him silently to understand my motive, since any

to calm himself down. I relaxed when I saw his eyes back to normal as he opened them again. How did he even

to be saved, I would've done it in a place with a lot of people"

the right thing, I had to believe that. And I would do it again in a heartbeat, even if I don't know

was, so I tried to be careful. I didn't know what exactly to say to

body widely as if just noticing what I was wearing. I subconsciously glanced down too, seeing I was only in my towel from my shower earlier. I held onto it tighter as if it would betray me and fall any

you wait, I wont be more than five minutes. I left a glass of water on the..." I stopped abruptly as I saw

his lips as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. " Uh yea sorry about that. I lose control sometimes" I flashed him a smile, letting him know

him? It took me so long to even get a hold of myself over the years, not to mention helping

he wasn't content with life. I could see so much potential in him by just looking at him. It's wrong to let it

I saw Luka picking up shattered glass pieces from the vase that was broken. I smiled at the small doing,

broke it" He muttered lowly with the cutest guilty look on his face while

casually waved it off, silently telling him that it was okay as I

the point. I internally slapped myself for coming out like that, and even he looked slightly taken aback, before his expression turned cold. He pursed his lips and looked

is that your name is Victoria and you kidnap strangers who try to jump off cliffs" He muttered, meeting my gaze with a 'matter of fact' look.

have a cat. Now, would you be comfortable trying to talk about it?" He looked at me, then blinked a couple times. In a second he was doubling over in laughter as if someone had just told him

after a while, after which he looked at me as if I had grown another head. "Do you really think I'm

it a night. I got up with a yawn as I gently

you doing?" he asked in a serious tone. I simply nodded

but I'm not like that" he quickly yanked his hand

confusion. I was just being hospitable since there was no way I was making him go home now at 11 in the night while he

men,’ I

Men...

Ooooohhhh.... Oh shit!

me and my eyes

to sleep with you" I laughed awkwardly. " I'm just offering you a room to stay till morning since you might have a concussion and it's

embarrassed at his accusation but I

Speaking of his head.