A Warrior and his Omega

Chapter Seven

Sylis POV

"Atticus wake up!" I growled adding more pressure to his wound.

"What the fuck did you do Sylis?!" The Alpha roared behind me.

"He did this to himself damn it!" I roared.

I could hear the feet of the pack doctor thunder down the hall, running to the room and immediately started working.

"Get him on the bed." He ordered setting his bag down in the nightstand.

Hours seemed to go by until the doctor was finished, Atticus passed out on the bed bandaged and tucked under the blankets.

"He'll be fine he just needs to rest and take it easy for a while.

I sighed angrily and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Why isn't be healing like he should?" The Luna asked worriedly.

"Its seemes that the incident that happened a few days ago has stripped him from his wolf, he'll never be able to shift again." The doctor said softly.

"He says he has a voice in his head, what could that be about?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"It could be neurological or someone from his old pack is linking him." He said packing up his bag.

"That's impossible. I killed them." I stated.

"Then it might be neurological, if he'd been locked up for a long period if time it could explain it."

"Thank you doctor." The Alpha said shaking his.

"My pleasure Alpha, if there's anymore problem just contact me." The doctor said leaving in the room.

"What the hell happened?" The Alpha asked angrily.

"I don't fucking know! I walked back into the room to hear him scream and see a pair of scissors embedded into his stomach!" I growled my anger rising.

I looked towards my bed, Atticus's words replying in my head making me pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Come on Jackie." The alpha clipped and left the room, the Luna tucked under his arm.

I heard the door click shut behind me as I stalked to the fireplace, fixing me a glass if whiskey that sat atop the mantle. I slowly drank the luqid, ignoring the sting as it slithered down my throat.

I glanced back at the bed and sighed, the screams if his pain as the doctor touched him to stich him up echoed throuh my head.

I could see every scar on his pale skin, every bone in his body showing at how thin he was. Sighing as he started to stir his eyes snapped open.

I could see tears forming in his eyes as he looked at the door, realizing he was alive. Definitely not where he wanted to be.

"Don't you ever do shit like that again." I snapped.

He winced, whimpering as he looked away from me.

"Two people actually give a flying fuck if you die or not. The Alpha and th-" I started.

"W-what point if mate no love you?" He asked shakily, interrupting me.

I scowled and walked out of the room, my glass of whisky in hand.

Atticus POV

"You're so big of a fuck up that you can't even kill yourself right.Pathetic." the voice snapped.

Tears streamed down my face, my body shaking with sobs. I just want the voice to go away, I just want to be free of the pain! I pulled the blankets closer to me, Sylis's scent invading my nose reminding me that I'll never be good enough for him.