The Rejected Alpha

Chapter 38

Fire crackling.

I distractedly watched on as the burning embers danced around in the fire place, having their own little party. Like they couldn't be bothered by what was going on around them.

The fire didn't care.

The wind was blowing harshly through the windows, howling and singing it's own sad song, rustling the curtains. Like it wanted to mourn with us.

The wind cared.

People were crying.

Memories were flashing.

A cold shiver went up my spine. But it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

I shuddered.

"Are you cold? Do you want me to shut the windows?" Mavis, who had already gotten up to close the windows, asked me with concern etched across her features.

I didn't respond.

But she shut it anyway.

It felt like my life had had no meaning ever since the day I was born.

I was doomed right from the start.

...

Latifah wasn't dead but was badly injured from the attack.

Anastasia was not dead either but in critical condition.

And Damon...

Damon was unconscious.

He has been for the past one week.

Doctors said he was injected with far too much wolfsbane.
Any normal wolf should have died but he hasn't.

But he isn't safe yet either.

The wolfsbane had taken its toll on him and has sent him on a long trip to dreamland.

He may never come back.

Tell me is this happiness?

...

"Adriane, you need to eat something." Mavis said from beside me.

I kept still.

I wasn't hungry.

"You haven't eaten in three days," She scolded.

Three days?

It couldn't have been that long.

"All you took yesterday was half an apple."

Half an apple?

It must have been at least three quarters that I ate.

Surely.

But my lips remained immobile, my mouth shut, my voice mute.

The fire crackled.

"Adriane, she's right, you will eat something, even if I have to force feed you."

Now that loving threat came from Rose.

They were all staying at the Alpha's house, Damon that is, until everything was fine and that I could handle living by myself.

"Adriane..." she warned.

"James." Mavis gasped as she saw him hurriedly coming down the stairs.

He was looking all sweaty and he was staring directly at me.

"I think he's waking up."

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There he lay, on his emperor sized bed, with a drip connected to his right hand and other tubes and wires connected to the monitors showing his vitals.