Pack Adonis

Chapter 19

I woke up alone in bed, Ryder was gone. My heart ached for him, but I knew he was probably fixing the pack. Painfully I raised myself from the bed and walked to the standing mirror. My dress was torn apart and covered with blood that had dropped down from my face. My left eye was swollen up and my lower lip had an ugly cut at the side. My body was covered in bruises. I wanted to shower and pull on some comfortable clothes.

I moved to the door and opened it, wincing immediately. My room was another stairs up, if I could make it. I regretted it my decision when I reached the end of the hallway. I knew Pauline and Ryder were in love, but I laid in his bed and now he was just kissing her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his placed on her hips.

I wasn't supposed to be there, but yet still I was. What happened last night meant nothing and I shouldn't get so hopeful for nothing. Ryder was in love with Pauline, not me. We barley hung out and really got to know each other. I didn't have a right to be jealous or feel hurt.

So I held my head down and tried to be as quiet as possible, but Ryder had radar-ears. I froze when he pulled away and I had just taken one step on the stairs.

"What are you doing?" He ran to my side and tried to pick me up, but I quickly stopped him.

"I'm just going to shower and change." I reassured him.

"Doctor said you need to stay in bed." H picked me up.

"I'm dirty, let me just shower." I insisted.

"You can shower in my room." He argue.

"You're busy." I whispered.

Ryder felt quiet and continued carrying me to his room.

Rosalie stood waiting and smirked when she saw us. I glared at her and pouted. I wanted to go to my room.

"Once an alpha had a girl in his bed, he doesn't tempt to let her go." Rosalie winked.

I turned fierce red and avoided looking at Ryder. Rosalie laughed devilishly and I tried to hit her, but my arm hurt.

"Don't challenge her." Ryder scowled at Rosalie.

She opened the door for him and he brought me to the bathroom. I was about to lock the door, when he stopped me.

"I'll help you." He said.

"Help me?" I watched him walk inside.

"Shower." He stated as if it was obvious.

I turned even redder than before and my head filled with those awful scenarios again. I tried to push as many out.

"I'm capable of showering on my own." That was a lie, I could barely walk.

"You're not. Come on." He instructed.

I stopped him and shook my head. There was no way, especially after that I could possibly allow him to see me naked.

"What's the problem?" He asked.

"I won't let you. The only time you'll see my naked body is when you put a ring on this finger." I snapped pointing at my bruised ring finger.

"I'll be the only one for your entire life." He growled lowly.

No way! If he didn't choose me, I wood be utterly alone. So a husband would be nice comfort and I wouldn't die being a virgin.

"Im not going to strip down even if you're my mate." I snapped.

"Why? You're going to be someday." He smirked.

I scoffed and turned away from him. There would be no way I would permit him to see me naked.

"I'll wash her." Rosalie suggested.

"I'll do it." Me and Ryder said at the both time.

"Ryder, she isn't ready for you yet. Virgin is a virgin. And if you really want to get laid, there's someone very cheap down the hallway."
Rosalie sighed.

"Stop talking so bad about her." He snapped.

"Stop talking because you're talking shit." She snapped back.

The two went on snapping like siblings, while I got annoyed. I just wanted to take a damn shower!

"Rosalie showers me, I'm really dirty. That's it." And I pushed Ryder out.

"This is my room." He snapped.

"And you can get my clothes out of my room, to be a sweetheart." I shut the door.

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Ryder brought me some clothes and I pulled them on, Rosalie nursed my wounds after showering me. It felt awkward at first, but then I thought about the fact she was my best friend and it faded away.
I walked out and saw Ryder going through my sketchbook. My heart stopped beating and I felt like I could faint. That was my diary, I draw everything that happened to me.

"Don't watch that. It's so boring." I tried to grab it.

"What's this?" He pointed at a high apartment complex with on the ground a man laying against the wall and passed out from being too drunk.

"That's Walter, he used to live in my orphan house and then he got eighteen. Smart boy, but threw his scholarship to waste because of gangs and all that stuff. He's twenty three by now." I didn't know why I confessed. Maybe because it was important to me and I wanted people to understand.

"You have talent." He muttered.

"I have to go to training." Rosalie excused herself and I sat down next to Ryder.

He flipped back to the front and gave it to me. His eyes told me simply 'who are you?'.

"The first one is a little baby in a garbage bin, those two demons are her parents. The angels the policemen that found and saved her." I explained.

"Would you still reconsider your parents as monsters?" He asked.

"I don't know them. If I'm truly a half blood then yeah, but not I don't know either. As I said I don't know them or what happened." I shrugged.

Ryder went through my book before closing it. I stared at the black cover, it looked really used. And my book was getting pretty full, maybe it was time for a new one?

"Go get some sleep", Ryder told me.

"But I'm not tired", I protested.

"You need to heal", he stood up.

The bed went up and I jumped a bit up, his weight did make a difference.

"I'm tired of sleeping", I moaned annoyed.

He shook his head stubborn and tugged me in. I pouted upset, while he sighed. I was a lot of work...

"Sleep", he insisted and close my eyes with his hand.

And just like that I felt in a deep sleep.