"Shiloh..Nghhh….Shiloh.." The voice echoed inside my head, between being conscious and not, I could feel the hands that continued to touch my body, they breathe on my neck. Lips that felt rough and dry, kissed every inch of my body, it was uncomfortable, I felt like throwing up. The smell of people I didn't recognize, a smell that might have come from pheromones or their body odor.
Disgusting.
I opened my eyes, and suddenly a bright light hit my face. My eyes tried to adjust to the blinding light, I blinked repeatedly. My head hurt like hell. I winced, my body hurt from head to toe. I whimpered, I couldn't move my body, everything felt numb and I felt very weak.
As I got used to the light, I stared at the white ceiling, the room so quiet to my ears. The scent that my nose picked up was a new, soothing scent, there was a fragrance that I didn't recognize and I knew that I wasn't in that disgusting place.
Then, where was I?
The sound of loafers clashing with the floor was heard approaching, "Wow, your body control is hilarious. You can even regain consciousness without help." The deep voice made me turn my head.
A man I didn't recognize stood beside my bed, his monolid eyes looks sharp as a tiger's gaze staring at me. He smiled faintly. I could smell tobacco coming from his body.
His voice, where I heard it again?
"Ngh...." I wanted to ask, but my voice couldn't come out, my throat felt so dry and painful.
"Don't force yourself to speak, you're still under the drugs. Doctor said it will take a while for the effects to wear off." The man said as he leaned towards me and smiled broadly.
I could clearly see his face, his eyes are light brown, his sharp nose and jaw, his full lips, the scar on his right eyebrow makes it look like it was cut off and his fragrant scent.
It's like, a tangerines scent.
I blinked, a man with a fierce face has a tangerines scent?
Is he an Alpha? Judging by his tall and big stature, I'm sure he's an alpha. I have never once smelled this kind of scent from an Alpha.
"You, beautiful." He said, then walked away from me.
I was still silent, unable to react because my head hurt so much. His last words rang in my head before my eyes finally closed for the umpteenth time.
Rustling sound was clearly heard in my ears, I opened my eyes that were so heavy, finally I could see the light again. The light was dim, the scent of tangerines wafting as I regained conscious.
From the corner of my eye, I could see his arched back. He was rummaging through the plastic on the table. I frowned again, try to remembering where I had seen him before. He's too familiar.
He turned his head and looked somewhat surprised to find me staring, as he walking closer I could smell the tangerines scent even more.
"Is that your pheromone's smell?" I asked, I can see that he's startled after hearing my voice.
Well, even myself was also surprised that my voice sounded so hoarse and terrible.
"What's smell?" He asked while sitting next to the bed.
He's wearing a neat-looking long-sleeved shirt, I could see his suit jacket and tie folded neatly on the sofa. His hair neatly slicked back with hair gel, he looked like he had just back from an office job.
"Tangerines." I replied his questions instead.
He looked surprised again for a minute and then I can see he chuckled.
"Never heard someone tell my pheromone smell like a Tangerines before. Am I smell…. Sour?" He said, crossed his long legs, back against the chair he was sitting on.
His sharp eyes, again, looked at me fiercely.
I don't respond him quickly, my brain is still processing to what he said. I don't lie though, he is smell like a Tangerines. His sweet pheromone filled the room. For me, it's a great smell. After a month smelling something nasty in that place, this room feel so comfy, warm, and his pheromone makes me calm for no reason.
"The sweet one, it's the sweet Tangerines smell."
He looked confused for a while when he heard my answer, I could see his eyebrows raised one and he smiled a little.
"Interesting, I didn't know my pheromone smelled like that. You're the first to say it."
I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but seeing him smile I'm sure the man is in a good mood. Again, I don't know who he is or why I'm here. Questions filled my head, but the comfort of smelling the pheromones made me forget all those even for a moment.
I'll ask him later.
"But I've never smelled sweet tangerines, is that a good thing?" He asked again.
I looked back at him, and nodded slowly.
"Your scent calms me."
I don't know if my words get through him, I don't even understand what I'm saying right now. I guess the drugs is still on me.
I can't remember how he looked when I said that because my head was still so heavy too makes me open my eyes again.
"But, sir, excuse me.. Who are you?" I asked slowly.