Chapter 4

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She shamelessly tried to kiss him. His lips stayed tightly tied. he pulled back only for her to leaned more closer. Her expressions were one of those girls who would lust on him.

His breath hitched as she chased after his lips, her eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the heat of her body pressing against his, the softness of her curves. It was driving him insane. He gripped her shoulders, trying to push her away.

"Please… help…" Elaine pushed his hand away that was pushing her away. She was weak but she was trying to get to that cold body beside her. "Help me…" she almost begged. "So hot…"

His resolve was crumbling. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the way she was clinging to him like a lifeline. He swore under his breath, his hands balling into fists on her shoulders. "Elaine..." He warned, his voice low and gruff.

"I don't know why I am so hot…" Elaine muttered pushing the blanket off her body. Dante realized she was right. Her skin under his palm was indeed burning. Suddenly it clicked him that those bastard drugged her. He closed his eyes in annoyance.

Those bastards had drugged her, left her like this. He gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger. He needed to get her cooled down, fast. Without thinking twice, he scooped her up in his arms.

Elaine immediately hugged his shoulders. "Mm."

He carried her to the bathroom, his arms wrapped tightly around her as she clung to him like a koala. He turned on the cold water, letting it run until it was freezing. He stepped into the shower with her still in his arms, letting the cold water cascade over both of them.

Elaine looked up at him and lowered her gaze in his lips again.

The cold water did little to cool her down, or maybe it was just the drugs coursing through her system. She was burning up, her skin flushed and sweaty. 

He watched as she licked her lips, her gaze fixed on his mouth. His heart rate spiked at the sight.

Elaine kissed him again forcing pulling him closer to her. He stiffened, trying to push her away, but she was insistent, clinging to him like a vine. 

Damn it, the drugs were making her act like this, he reminded himself.

He pulled back and glared at her. "Do you even know who I am?" He asked.

"No." Her response was immediate and honest, her eyes glazed over with lust and fever. 

He cursed under his breath, knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. She was in no state to understand or comprehend anything right now. The drugs had completely taken over her senses.

He held her cheek and gazed into her eyes with intensity. "Dante." And he pressed his lips over hers.

Her inexperienced kisses only served to turn him on even more. She was so innocent, so pure, and yet here she was, drugged out of her mind and kissing him like her life depended on it. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, teaching her something new.

She whimpered, her hands gripping his hair tightly as she tried to copy his movements. The cold water was forgotten, the only thing they felt was each other's warmth.

He pulled back after sometimes, he stared at her while she was panting heavily

His breathing was equally heavy as he stared at her flushed face. Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils dilated with desire and drugs. Water dripped down her face, catching on her full lips. He couldn't help but think how innocent she looked, despite the kissing they'd just shared.

Stay here." He told her and walked out of the bathroom. She wanted to pull him back but she was so weak to do so.

Dante came out and call his friend over. Doctor Kim was shocked when he saw a girl in the shower.

"You should have finish that business yourself instead of calling me here." Kim Minhu glared at his friend.

"Shut up. She's drugged, I'm not an animal." *He crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed at his friend's insinuation. "I need you to check her vitals and see what the hell kind of drugs they gave her. And make it quick."

Sigh. "Alright, I also brought antidote. But can you take her out of the bath?" He glanced at the women. Her dress was also revealing it was wet and was sticking to her body. "Such a hottie." Minhu muttered.

Dante shot Minhu a warning glare, silencing the inappropriate remark. He stepped back into the bathroom, ignoring his friend's lingering gaze on Elaine's soaked form. Kneeling beside the tub, he spoke softly to her. "I'm going to lift you out, alright? Try not to fight me."

Elaine couldn't even say a word, she wasn't in her mind at all. She felt someone closer and felt coldness enveloping her body.

Carefully, he scooped her up in his strong arms, wrapping a towel around her shivering form. He carried her out of the bathroom, ignoring Minhu's wolf-whistle. Lying her down on the bed, he turned to his friend. "Get checking those vitals. Now."

Minhu got professional and walked towards Elaine on bed. After checking and dripping the injection. He smiled at his friend. "All done. Next time, try to help yourself. Don't call me for this reason. You should enjoy when the opportunity is in front of you." Minhu patted his friend's shoulder playfully

*Dante rolled his eyes at his friend's suggestive tone. "I don't need to enjoy anything with a drugged girl. She's barely even conscious." He watched as Minhu packed up his medical bag, grinning mischievously. "She's pretty though. Really pretty." *He winked.

"She is Elaine." Dante muttered in his breath glaring at the girl on the bed.

"What? Like Elaine Leigh? The girl you talk about?" Minhu walked closer and looked at her. "Such a pretty girl what luck she had.

Got betrayed by her boyfriend. Tsk. I would have be loyal to her if I don't have a mate." He winked at Dante.

Even though Dante was alpha of their clan.

Their friendship was deep enough to jokes around like this.

Dante chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking. You'd be loyal until the next pretty girl walked by." He glanced down at Elaine, his expression softening slightly. "Just focus on your work and shut up about my personal life."

After getting kicked out by Dante, Kim Minhu left the room.

Once they were alone, Dante sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He stared down at the girl on his bed, his expression conflicted. "Stupid, stupid girl," he muttered under his breath. He pulled the covers over her shivering form, making sure she was warm enough.

He saw her soft and calm expression better than before. He sighed

His features softened. Without drugs clouding her mind, she looked peaceful. Her full lips were slightly parted, cheeks pink from the hot shower. Her wet hair was spread out on his pillow. He unconsciously swallowed hard. Damn, she was pretty. No wonder his friend was drooling over her.