The Protectors Trial

8. The Rogue

MATURE CONTENT Potentially triggering content SEXUAL ASSAULT

Chelsea

I woke up cold, Marcel wasn't there but I could still smell him in the room. Someone else was in the room I rolled over to see my father. He seemed worried.

"What's wrong?" As I asked, his eyes started to water.

"You got in," he walked over to the bed hugging me "you did it."

I felt the tears sting in my eyes, had Marcel told him about the results?

The door cracked open and Doctor Jessica Moore walked over to us, "I just need to check the wound and you should be good to go," she smiled wide. She was a few years older than me but still very young for a Doctor who was top of her class. She did the traditional greeting to her Alpha as he moved out of the way.

I sat up so she could undo the bandage, I was scared to see the wound so I looked away.

"Hmm?" she said surprised, "fully healed, huh, well I'll just have to pull out a few stitches, then I can sort out some discharge papers."

She walked over to some cabinets to get some supplies making her way back over to the bed, pulling up a small table over to adjust the instruments on. She slowly started to snip and pull out each stitch, it didn't hurt and these weren't the first stitches I had had. I looked down at the small wound as she finished up, it was healed but there was still a little residual pain.

"Alright," she turned to my father, "Alpha are you okay to come fill out some paperwork?" He nodded and left with the Doctor. I got out of the medical bed I was still in my tights and sports bra from yesterday. I couldn't wait to shower, maybe a bath was in order to soak my muscles. I threw a hoodie over my head and pulled my arms through it, it kind of smelt like Marcel I gripped it with my hands bringing it to my nose inhaling. Did I miss him? Maybe a little?

The bond was taking its toll, I tried to shake this longing feeling it was causing. Tying my shoes I made my way out the door. My father met me in the hallway and guided me back to the pack house, it was around 9am, I didn't see Marcel or anyone from the Protectorate.

Slipping into my room I walked to the bathroom turning on the tap to the bath filling it with hot water. I stripped off and climbed into the bath, I groaned leaning back putting my hands over my face.

What's next?

I rubbed my hand over my wound. It didn't hurt on the surface if anything it hurt my confidence.

We get to be with our mate?

Well theoretically yes but not fully.

She huffed in frustration.

You know what could happen.

I know I just want him.

I nodded I know exactly how she feels regardless this won't be easy, I took a breath and laid back in the water. When I was clean and my muscles felt relaxed I stepped out and dried myself I walked into my wardrobe grabbing some black tights and an emerald green sweater.

Run?

I checked the time there was a few hours until the acceptance, I wonder if Jake got in. They've never taken two members at the same time from our pack, maybe it's a first? I decided to go for a run, on my way out the front door I saw Marcel sitting with the other Protectors and Vincent, his brows furrowed he was in boss mode. I paused watching him, I smiled no matter what was to come I wanted to keep him safe. Why was I like this? It has been a day?