My Dangerous Alpha

Chapter Four

I wince when the needle touches my skin. I had to get stitches to "heal properly". Now, this was definitely not my first time getting stitches, but I've never been very tolerant when it came to needles. I could handle fights; in fact I lived for them, but there was something about someone poking your skin with a sharp object and trying to convince you that it was no big deal. The only reason I was even allowing the torture to go on was the so that my parents and my mate would stop babying me. I was sick of it entirely.

My mate refused to let me walk to the Packhouse, so embarrassingly, I was carried in public by a grown man at seventeen years old. I still couldn't believe the 10 year age difference between Adrien and I. My mom and dad were only born about six months apart. Fate obviously thought of my life as a joke.

I cursed as the doctor harshly pulls the needle out. She doesn't even give me a second glance. I turn my body strangely to get a look at my stitches. They were a slimy green color. I almost gag.

"You should be about eighty percent better by tomorrow morning," she says, watching my disgusted face. "When can I take them out?" I ask, covering the stitches with my shirt. The pack doctor rolls her eyes, "Well, first of all you shouldn't take them out; a professional should. Second, in about two days." I laugh, "Cool, thanks."

There's a knock on the door. "I'm with a patient," the doctor calls, filing some discharge papers for me. "It's Alpha Adrien; I'm here for said patient." "Come in," the pack doctor says, putting some papers in front of me to sign. I groan, and she sighs, "I need your parents to sign." I groan, and my mate struts in chuckling. "I'll sign for her," he says, and leaves no room for argument. I have zero idea how he could sign for me, but I don't question it.

He quickly drags the pen across the paper, and turns to me with an expectant look on his face. I raise an eyebrow, "What?" He gestures towards my stomach, "May I?" I nod, inhaling deeply as he lifts my shirt to examine the newly found stitches. He lightly brushes his fingers across them, then pulls away with a slight nod, "Let's go."

With that he starts walking towards to the door, leaving me to follow. We walk silently back to my house, and I watch my tall, muscular mate in appreciation. He doesn't even glance back at me the entire time.

Once we reach my front door, he just enters without a knock, or a word about it. I glare at his figure for his lack of manners, but he doesn't notice. I follow him into my house, and I watch my parents bow their heads politely as he enters. He nods at them, and starts walking upstairs. My jaw drops at this. Who does he think he is?

I let him go, and lie down on the couch in the front room across from my parents. I grab a pillow and scream into it, then let it just cover my face. No one says anything, and I just sit there lost in my own thoughts for a while.

My dad coughs, and I sit up throwing the pillow on the ground as if it represented my mate in some way, shape, or form. My mom sits cuddled up to my dad who has a loving, supportive arm around her. Envy courses through me at my serious doubts if I would ever even get to be that comfortable with Adrien. I crack my knuckles; a bad habit I'd had since I was about twelve.

"Honey, are you alright?" My mom asks, watching me carefully. I laugh loudly, "Never been better." She winces, and stands, pulling away from my father. "Get yourself a jacket or a sweater or something," she says, pulling on her coat. I roll my eyes, "Why?" She gives me a warm smile, "We're going to go shopping, and then maybe get some Mexican or something. How does that sound?" I yelp in excitement, jumping up immediately. "I'll go upstairs and grab one!" I practically sprint up the stairs.

I run into my room, and I pause right there. My mate was asleep. He was asleep on my bed. I gasp at the tired expression on his face. He twitches slightly, and I almost groan out loud. My sweater was on the bed. My sweater was right next to him.

I tip toe to the bed, and very carefully reach over his sleeping figure. I pick up my sweater, slowly pulling it back towards me. I sigh in relief when it safely reaches me. I quietly throw it on, grabbing my boots from beside the bed. I tip toe out of the room, closing it silently behind me.

I exhale deeply, sitting down at the top of the stairs to put my boots on. I then stand, making my way back downstairs. My mom stands in the doorway, twirling the keys around. My dad sits in the kitchen, reading the newspaper. I frown, "Daddy, you're not coming?" He looks up, "I don't feel very up to shopping. I'll meet you guys at dinner. Let me know where, okay?" I smile, skipping over to him. I kiss his cheek, and then follow my mom out the door.

"Bye girls, love you!" my dad calls before I shut the front door. My mom grabs my hand, leading me to the car. If we're shopping, we're going to the mall, and if we're going to the mall, we get to go to the city. Who knows when the next time after this will be. I doubt my mate makes frequent trips to the city.

On the drive there, we listen to music and talk, and things feel normal. I was thankful for this distraction. It takes us about forty minutes to reach the city, but once we arrive we head straight for the mall.

I eagerly hop out of the car as soon as my mom comes to a stop. She laughs, turning off the car and following my lead. We jump right into shopping and I have a arm full of bags before I know it.

The trip with my mom was the best part of my day for sure, but I couldn't help wondering if my mate had woken up yet. Would he be angry I left? Would he talk to my dad? What was he doing at the moment? I shake the thought away, and look up to find my mom talking to me.

"What about this?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. She's holding up some lingerie, and I almost gag, "Mom, I don't want to be a part of you and dads sex life in anyway at all." She throws her head back and laughs, "No, for you honey!" My jaw drops, "Are you serious? Have you met my mate?" She waves her hand at me, "You'll both cave in eventually. Everyone has needs, darling." "Mom!" I protest. She rolls her eyes, "Okay, okay, but I'm buying it for you just in case." I groan at my mother's need to butt into my nonexistent sex life.

"It's kind of late," I comment as the Victoria Secret worker bags our items. My mom nods, "I'll text your dad to meet us for dinner." I smile, but I still can't help wondering what my mate was doing to keep busy. My mom grins, "He's already on his way. That man knows us so well, Scarlett." With that, we carry our many bags back to the car and head to my favorite Mexican place.