A rogue's cry

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Is she doctor?" I heard Damian's hush voice ask someone. I listened for a response but one never came. I tried to open my eyes but they were to heavy. I tried to move my arms and legs, they didn't move. Was I paralized? What happened? The last thing I remembered was Damian's fierce eyes after I told him about Stephen. I'm positive I heard some growling before I completely fell into a deep sleep. I could already feel my wolf become strong with her mate close.

"You have to remember Damian that she has been neglected for three years. She's going to be very skiddish. Make sure no one makes sudden movements around her or she will be scared of getting hit" A guy said. I didn't reconize the voice. It must have been the doctor or someone.

Over the past threw years she,my wolf, had become very quiet and weak. I thought she would die and take me with her. But I pushed her to fight. I some how knew we weren't going to stay there forever.

When I wake up I'm not letting Damian off the hook so quickly. It took him three years to find me! Three fucking years! I don't regret getting taken though. If I would have never gotten kidnapped, I would have never found Jake. My body filled with happiness when I think about him. I wanted to see him. I felt someone grab my hand in theirs. I smiled interially when I felt the shocks. He squeezed my hand. I took all my strength but I managed to squeeze a little back. He gasped.

"Laila, Can you hear me?" He asked. I gave him another squeeze, telling him I could. I could already tell he had a smile on his face, though I couldn't see it. "Laila if you can hear me, squeeze my hand again" He asked. I sweezed it again. He let out a sigh of relief. I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to see him. I needed to. 

"Laila, I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took my so long to find you. I was looking for years. Most of the pack members gave up. My wolf told me not to give up on our mate. I didn't. Laila, I never gave up on you. I believed you were strong enough to fight it. I was right" He took a deep shakey breath. "When I saw you for the first time down there.." He choked on his words. For the first time I heard Damian Wilde cry. I slowly managed to open my eyes. His head was down by my arm.

"Damian" I whispered. His head snapped up at me and a huge smile spread across his face. He put his hands on the side of my face and kissed me hard. I smiled in the kiss. My wolf jumped with joy. He pulled away. The doctor walked into the room. Just the door opening made me jump. Damian sighed.

"I'm sorry Ms. Scott. I forgot your going to be a bit skiddish" He looked at Damian when he said that. My eyes were darting across the room, looking around. The doctor grabbed something and sat in the chair next to the bed. He reached for my face. I quickly flinched away for him. "Don't worry, I'm just going to check on a few things"

I looked at him dead in the eye and slowly nodded. He gentally touched my face. I hadn't noticed the bandages on my face.

"What injuries do I have?" I asked. My voice came out in a harsh whisper. My voice was dry and cracked.

"Well, you have a gun shot wound in your right hip. Your left cheekbone is broken. You had a couple bones we had to rebreak and put them into place. Also a couple broken ribs and just a couple of scars and bruises" He said standing up from his chair. "I'll leave you two alone" He nodded to Damian and walked out of the room. He qentally closed the door behind him. I looked up at Damian. So much pain covered his face.

"Damian, I'm sorry"

"Baby you have nothing to be sorry for" He said lightly squeezing my hand.

"Yes I do. If I would have just never went outside and took the garbage out..." He cut me off

"Laila, how could you have possible known someone was out there? It's my fault because since I'm alpha I should have at least been able to hear them. Or it was my job to make sure someone was patroling. But I didn't do my job and I will never forget myself for it" He whispered

"It couldn't have possible been your fault..." I trailed off.

"Laila?" He asked. I looked up at him.

"Yes?" I answered

"What happened in those three years?" He asked. I looked at him and stroked my thumb across his hand.

"Can we talk about it later? I'm tired" I said. He looked at me and kissed my forehead.

"Of course" He said.

"Wait, I have been gone three years and that's all I get is a kiss on the forehead?" I pouted. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip like he always used to do. I missed that. I'm glad he found me. I really am. He looked into my eyes and slowly bent down to kiss me. Our lips moved with sync. My eyes snapped open when I remebered something. I quickly pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked becoming totally alert.

"Where's Jake?" I asked. He looked confused for a minute.

"Oh he's in the room next door. He's alright. He's healing. He didn't get it nearly as bad as you did" He smiled at me. I sighed in relief.

"One more thing?" I asked. He nodded.

"How...How many of our pack memebers died?" I choked out the question. I couldn't even think of anyone of our pack members dying.

"None" He said proudly. I huge smile spread across my lips. He kissed me quickly again. "Now go to bed" He winked at me. I smiled and closed me eyes.

"I love you Damian"