Becoming Alpha’s Personal Caretaker - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Allen POV
It took me a lot of effort to stop myself from getting her to stay when Freda left.
When I opened my eyes, I was desperate to have sex with her and I never had this kind of feeling before. Even her smell was enchanting and hard to resist.
Have sex with her.
At that moment, my body was telling me how much I wanted her to be mine.
“Is she my mate?” I couldn’t help but say, “Kent, did you feel that she is our mate?”
But no one responded to me.
As if that figure was a ghost.
But I was pretty sure that I was in heat when Kent was still asleep even though it wasn’t a full moon night. I was tempted by Freda’s smell and the desire and hollowness were driving me crazy.
Freda…
I had never gotten a sign from the Moon Goddess but I could feel that Freda was my mate and she was the one for me. The uncontrollable lust for her took over my body. I subconsciously sniffed my hand and felt the scent of lilies in the valley. It was the smell of Freda and I could feel it gently flow into my body and calm my nerves, only to make me feel even more hollow.
Damn it, my penis was so hard that it hurt a little.
She’s your doctor and you shouldn’t feel this way about her. I scorned myself in my mind.
Then I wanted to move my wheelchair into the bathroom but I remembered what just happened at the sight of it. If it weren’t for the wheelchair, we might have been having sex on my bed.
Stop this nonsense in your head, Allen. I thought to myself.
I grunted and walked to the bathroom while holding the handrail.
Although I tried hard to control my thoughts, all I could think about was Freda and how she acted when she was turned on. I could still see her rosy cheeks, the tempting look on her face, and her heaving breasts that were pressing against my chest in my head….
I couldn’t control myself anymore and I couldn’t stop thinking about her!
I had never been like this in heat before!
Was it because I let her invade my inner world to look for Kent or was it the message Kent left me? Was he trying to tell me that Freda was my mate?
What was going on with this heat?
Freda POV
The next day
I asked Allen for another day off and went to the hospital to deal with some affairs. But actually, I went there to discuss with my enchantress friend Mila what happened last night.
“So do you have any idea why was Allen suddenly in heat?” I told her what happened last night but left out the juicy details.
But Mila was still thinking about another thing, “You almost had sex last night? Oh my god, I thought you were asexual and never gonna meet your mate! But you nearly had sex with Allen? This is unbelievable!”
She was so thrilled that I wanted to cover her mouth but thank god my office door was soundproof.
“Stop it, Cam has been gabbling about it since yesterday,” I hastily reminded her of what I was trying to talk to her about, “this isn’t the point. Just tell me what triggered Allen to become like that?”
“That is the whole point,” Mila raised her eyebrows and said, “does he have a nice body? Even though his legs are…not in a good condition, he used to be the most powerful alpha of the Eastland. His scent must be very sexy, isn’t it?”
Her words reminded me of Allen from last night and I subconsciously said, “It is. His abs are great and his pecs are amazing. As for his scent…wait a minute, we’re going off the track, Mila.”
I sighed, “In a word, he was in heat after I tried to use my healing power to find his wolf last night. I don’t know why he became like that and I almost got turned on as well.”
Mila finally became more serious about it and started playing with her pen while thinking. After a while, she showed me two fingers and said, “There are two possibilities for that.”
“What are they?” I asked.
“One, false heat,” Mila said, “you let Cam go into his inner world and that was kind of like building a deeper connection between two lovers so Allen had got the wrong signal and his body assumed that you’re his mate, which is why he got turned on and it works the same way for you.”
“That adds up,” I thought about it for a while and found out she had a point, “what about the second possibility?”
“The second one is…” Mila gave me a mysterious smile and suddenly stood up and leaned toward me, “he’s your mate.”
“Mate?” I gasped, “Allen’s my mate? But the Moon Goddess has never sent me a sign and we only had that kind of feeling last night. I thought he was nothing but a grumpy alpha who had driven away more than a dozen of caretakers when we first met.”
“So I think the first assumption is more reliable,” I instantly ruled out the second possibility and said.
“Don’t jump to the conclusion yet,” Mila said, “is there anything special you did with Allen last night?”
“Don’t make me guess, just tell me,” I was getting impatient.
“You let Cam look for his wolf,” Mila said, “generally speaking, werewolves meet their mates by the time they turn 18. But you never did and Allen’s wolf disappeared due to an attack. So when you two met, he wasn’t a complete werewolf. But you said that his wolf showed up for a second and you felt a strong force between the two of you and I think that’s the hormones speaking.”
“So it’s more likely that he is your mate but due to the disappearance of his wolf, you couldn’t find out about it.”
Hearing that, I got lost in my own thought but then I denied her second theory.
“If it’s like what you just said, then I should have a special feeling about him that would make me think that he is my mate after Kent showed up,” I said calmly, “but obviously, I didn’t. So I think the first theory is correct. He had a false fever.”
“Then go and prove it,” Mila shrugged and said, “you decided to use your healing power to treat him anyway. You’ll find the answer in the further treatment you’ll give him.”
She was right.
If I decided to proceed with the treatment, what happened last night would definitely happen again. And if he was in heat again…
Was Allen really my mate?
I hastily said goodbye to Mila and was still thinking about this when I was walking in the hallway. Then someone interrupted me with her squeaky voice.