ENDURING {Sequel to Everlasting} ❗️EDITING ❗️

Chapter 95

"It's been six days, I'm sick of this room." I glare at him, ignoring the twinges of pain as I bend down to pull my shoes on.

I'm still weak, still dizzy on and off but otherwise fine. The first two days Hardin absolutely refused to leave my side for anything, and for the most part, I cried.

How could she do this to me?

"Three days is not enough time-"

"Are you going to stop me?" I challenge with a vicious glare, already grabbing my phone off the bedside table.

Doc says nothing, knowing he'll be crossing a line by saying yes. Unless Hardin commands him to bed-bound me, he cannot lay a hand on me. Im aware of how harsh the pack have been treated the last couple of days. Honestly I have nothing to say about it, I was shot by someone who is family, in the safety of what should be home. Clearly the rules need re-writing, and Hardin is more than happy to ensure his pack fully understand the new rules.

Truth is, there's no part of me that is willing to stay here.

"He's going to kill me for this." Beck exhales, though he does smile a little at the thought.

"That's the idea." I tease, grunting slightly as I grab my bag.

"Don't even." Beck grunts, taking the bag immediately and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"Do you remember what happened? After you..died?" Beck struggles to say the word, clearing his throat while not looking at me.

I shake my head. "No, nothing. Why?" I ask.

"Some people say they see light." He shrugs.

"Maybe I wasn't dead long enough." I say, smirking despite it not being funny or something to joke about.

Dark sense of humour and all that.

"Wouldn't say that in front of Hardin, he's been a bit uptight." Beck murmurs.

"Has he? I hadn't noticed." I mumble, pausing as I stare right down the field.

Hardin is training the pack, pushing them to their absolute limits and then more. He wants them to be more vigilant and responsive, says their training needs more training.

"Oh shit, he sees us." Beck hisses.

I snap out of my thoughts, noticing the angry faced Alpha storming his way up the field. Face all red with temper, hands balled into fists, shoulders tense, it's almost frightening. His bronze abs glistening with sweat naturally distract me, the muscle bulging from his workout, thighs and calf's suddenly look extremely sexy as he walks up to us in only basketball shorts.

I let my eyes wonder over his beautiful abs, entranced by the sight of him walking towards me. God, he looks good. My skin heats slightly, tingling as he nears. I don't think much of it, snapping out of my ogling as he gently touches my cheek.

Like I'm made of glass.
Fragile.

"What is she doing out of bed?" He growls menacingly at Beck, who is supposed to be standing guard not helping me escape.

"I couldn't force her to stay, Alpha." Beck answers, bowing his head slightly.

Hardin's glare turns to me, but I just smile up at the beastly beautiful man.

"Hi." I whisper.

His jaw clenches, a crease forming between his eyebrows as his anger dissipates almost instantly. He seems irritated about that.