His Violet Wolf

Chapter Ten

Angelo up above! If you love The Mortal Instruments series, I love you! And sorry about the weird ass gif, I want all my pictures to be moving and this was the only gif that I thought looked fine even though he looks like he's constipated lol.

Adelaide

My eyes shot open as soon as I heard my name being called. Alex was standing beside the hospital bed, his intimidating frame taking up most of the light. I squinted up at him, with my eyebrows scrunched together.

"You have a meeting to attend. I brought you some clothes, I took them from your suitcase." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

A meeting? Already? I was just put into the hospital and they already want me to attend a useless meeting? I was already fed up with the stupid Shadow Alliance and I hadn't met anyone yet.

Begrudgingly,I nodded, and jiggled my wrist, which was still in the handcuffs.

"How am I supposed to change when I can't get up?" I asked, my voice even and almost monotone, these people didn't deserve any emotion but hate from me. Was I being dramatic? No.

Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. I stayed completely still while he inserted it into the lock. When I heard the click of the handcuffs, I immediately rubbed the red skin where I pulled at them during the night. I was having another nightmare apparently, and it made me jerk around in my sleep.

"Adelaide, I really don't want to hurt you, so please just get dressed. I think you already know the consequences if you don't comply."' Alex said, with an almost regretful tone.

"So basically what your saying is if I don't behave you will hurt my family." I said, in the same plain tone. He looked away and nodded. I clenched my jaw and snatched the pile of clothes from his hand.

I pulled the curtain surrounding my bed around, so he couldn't see me changing. I quickly stripped off the disgusting hospital gown and pulled on the skinny jeans and dark green sweater that he had grabbed for me. Alex even brought my black converse, that I was thankful for. I was about to push the curtain back, when I felt like I was missing something. I thought for a few seconds.

Kneeling down, I quickly cuffed my jeans so that they were above the high tops of my sneakers.

Much better.

That was basically my style, high top converse and cuffed skinny jeans. 

Feeling better, I pulled back the curtain, and motioned Alex to start walking so I could follow. He nodded, and headed for the door.

As we were walking down the hallway, many people passed by and gave me confused looks, some curious, some hateful. I ignored them, and focused on my surroundings. I memorized the path to the pack doctor and I peered around corners to see where the other hallways go to. But then my eyes wandered back to Alex, or particularly the waistband of his jeans.

He has a gun.

With each step, there was a slight shape that stood out from his back. It had the shape of a handle, most likely a small pistol. I glanced at his fingers, they flexed and clenched at his sides, curling into each other. I also noticed that he had a knife strapped onto his left leg. He's a lefty. Good to know.

We walked down another long hallway, and approached a large, wooden door. I couldn't hear anything coming from inside, which meant that the room was soundproof. The worst part was that I could smell the distinct scent of my mate. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, shutting out Lila, as I had been for a couple days.

Alex opened the door, and at least twenty different pairs of eyes landed on me. I steeled myself, making sure my expression was hard and cold.

There was a long table with 9 men seated on each side, with one sitting at the head of the table, and another chair set up at the other end. All of them looked intimidating, and strong. The dominance in the air hinted that they were all alphas. I could see from the corner of my eye, that Flynn was close to the man at the head of the table, two seats away from him.