Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

I was confused about a lot of things, most especially the fact that I had stopped breathing while I had a fever. It might’ve been just Noah over-exaggerating my condition, but given he was so angry, it might’ve actually been true.

But even though it was true, why was he so angry? If he was worried, I’d believe he was worried that after I died, he would be lost but...

It looked like it was something else.

"What happened?" I asked as we both sat down, facing each other with an atmosphere that was as heavy as molded clay.

But Noah did not say anything. He kept his gaze down and his hands folded.

"Aren’t you going to tell me? Say something, dammit!"

Even when I was being forceful with my demands, he stayed silent and kept his gaze down, ignoring me completely. Ugh, it was as if I was talking to a brick wall.

"A week and two days, that’s how long the people at the ward said I was out for. And for those nine days, you stayed by my side and did not leave. They did not see you eat either. Did you starve during that time?"

I asked all these questions but he still didn’t give me a response. I don’t know if it’s because I just suffered from a life-threatening fever, but my blood was boiling in rage.

This man was raising my blood pressure without doing anything.

I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t accept that he was keeping me silent and refusing to answer my questions. I couldn’t accept the fact that he had done all those things simply because I was his benefactor. It was too much.

What was it? Why was he so damn worried about me? There’s gotta be some kind of explanation and I needed it right away.

I got up from where I was sitting and stormed towards him.

"If you’re not going to give me the answer while I’m asking nicely," I grabbed his collar and glared at him. "Then how about I get a little rough?"

Noah finally turned to look at me. He looked me in the eye and then scoffed, causing my eyebrows to furrow in disdain. Was he... Mocking me?

"And how exactly do you plan to get rough with me when you just got out of the hospital and one of your hands is currently out of commission?"

And whose fault is that? Whose fault was it that I had to put on a cast?

He was mocking me because I was weak? Yeah, I didn’t have a big build like him or his supernatural strength, and I didn’t know how to throw punches either, but at least I wasn’t living off someone lower than me while missing my memories.

I released my grip after thinking of this and scoffed.

We were both pathetic.

"You’re right." I said. "I can’t force you to speak. So, forget it."

I was simply bothering myself but... Something seemed strange about Noah after we got back from the hospital. The air around him felt different. It was thick and... Dangerous.

It reminded me of the first time I met him, how he was so prideful and confident in himself as an Alpha, even if he had no memories. He felt dangerous and unapproachable.

Maybe it was because he was no longer putting up his submissive and humble self. Yeah, that was probably it. His attitude now was fierce and intimidating.

Did my near-death experience cause him to change so much?

Seriously, was it true? I still can’t understand how a person whose heart stopped beating was able to come back to life.

I keep thinking that he was mistaking it but Noah doesn’t seem like the kind that would exaggerate such things.

’Oh man, this is seriously bothering me.’ I stole a glance at him. ’The words he said to me at the hospital bother me as well.’

He said I was pitiful. If was a known fact. In fact, I told myself repeatedly that my existence was pitiful so those words shouldn’t bother me.

But it was what he said before that that got me wondering.

He had never felt so worried for someone else. What was I supposed to feel about that?

It only made me question a lot of things and made me curious to know his thoughts and how he felt watching me on my sick bed for more than a week.

Was he angry? Was he feeling pathetic and useless? Was he feeling bad for me who was struggling with death? Or... Was he simply just there, waiting for me to finally wake up and say that cool line, ’I’m glad to see you’re in good spirits. Welcome back from the hands of death, Micheal.’

Seriously, I didn’t know what to think, and my head was in a mess. I needed answers, but this bonehead wasn’t going to tell me a single thing.

I was dying of curiosity but he didn’t even care.

He kept his gaze on the floor, keeping his thoughts in a tight lock.

I dropped my back on the couch, my gaze shifting to the ceiling as I wondered with no answers.

Seriously, if I had just died when my heart stopped beating, I wouldn’t have to face all of this. But that’s kind of a pitiful way to go.

’I still haven’t gotten back at those bastards from my workplace and Zane... Hah, Zane’s name needs to be boldly written on my suicide note.’

I covered my face with my hand and then sighed.

"Fuck!" I dropped my face and glared at him. "Are you really not going to say anything?" I asked. "Did you really get mad because I was going to die like I wanted to? At least, I didn’t put a knife to my neck, so why are you being such a stuck-up bastard?!"

After my outburst, a short deafening silence followed. I shoved my finger through my hair in butter frustration. Why was he being so difficult?

"Humans are selfish creatures," Noah suddenly said and I paused. "But it’s not like there are any other species that are less selfish. Every creature would want to put their own interest before every other so I understand it very well. And yet..." He raised his gaze and stared at me, dead in the eyes with his cold dark eyes. "I still don’t understand your level of selfishness."

"Huh?"

I was confused. What was he saying all of a sudden? What brought about the topic of selfishness all of a sudden? It was good he was finally talking but could he at least answer one of my questions instead of bringing up such a random topic?

"Micheal, you’re so selfish."