Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 13

AARON ¤ POV

Everything hurt. It was a throbbing, pounding pain that radiated through my body, extra strong bursts agonising me in particularly bad spots. Behind my eyes and nose where Landon had used his fists on my face ached and the junction between my neck and shoulder burned where he'd mauled me. That pain hurt the worst, both mentally and physically.

He'd mauled the most precious place on my body, the spot my bite would go after I married my lifemate. He'd stolen that spot for himself against my will and in the process, ruined me for any future partner I chose to lay claim there. The doctors had warned us that I would have bad, thick scarring where his canines had torn away my flesh. I couldn't even look at the bandages, my stomach coiling with nausea.

It was early in the morning and I should've been on my way to school. The sun shone through the stained glass windows of the small, private hospital room I was in. Normally, I would have been moved to a men's ward with other sick patients in beds across and beside me. However, Landon was also being treated somewhere in the hospital and I had been hidden away for safety concerns. The police were due to talk with me about the incident.

I didn't know what was more humiliating; being treated like a defenseless omega caught up in what the nurses were calling a domestic violence disturbance, or the realisation that I had been defeated by Landon when he beat the crap out of me after all my shit talking. I'd promised to protect both Isadore and myself. I'd failed myself and therefore failed him.

I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, struggling up into a sitting position and reaching for a cup of water on the bedside table wheeled closer to my side. Dad had gone home after staying the night to get some clothes and toiletries for me. I wouldn't be here long, my advanced healing already kicking in, but because I'd almost died last night due to lack of oxygen, the doctors wanted to keep a close eye on my brain and heart, just in case my health somehow deteriorated.

Pia had been a mess and mum was staying with my little sister at home since she'd been granted the day off school due to the trauma of witnessing the incident. It was definitely warranted since I'd heard from dad she wouldn't stop crying. My heart ached hearing how she told my parents she was sorry she couldn't protect me. I thought she was claiming blame because she was an apha and I was an omega. That silly girl would have to learn that classification wasn't everything. She was an eight year old pup, not our father.

An hour passed by slowly and during that time, an assistant wheeled in a breakfast consisting of soggy white toast, wet scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit salad and a tiny cartoon of orange juice. I gave the meal one disgusted glance, nose turned up like a brat and grabbed my phone, sending dad a quick text telling him to pick me up a beef patty on the way back from our frequented caribbean takeaway.

I dropped my phone and grabbed the cartoon of orange juice since it would have to do until he arrived and aggressively stabbed the little hole in the top with the straw. I was just holding it up to my mouth when a soft knock sounded outside the door. I stiffened, wondering who it could be since neither the nurses, nor dad would ever knock. The police, maybe? No, I wasn't eighteen yet, they weren't allowed to talk to me without mum or dad present.

I must have taken too long to answer because I heard a hesitant whisper and the door cracked open, revealing a familiar sight of curly, blonde hair. Oliver's golden eyes scanned the room quickly before they landed on me. I watched his handsome face crumple and he let out a pained sniffle as he rushed over to the bed.

"Fuck Aaron, you look like shit," he gasped and I gave him a small grin, the most I could manage without disturbing my facial injuries. "I didn't know you'd be that bad, that motherfucker. I'm gonna kill him."