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Chapter 32

Then the world was suddenly alive again...

It didn't start with beeping, as I would have expected it to. Instead, it started with a rush of scents all around me, and strong arms holding me up. My eyes peeled open, trying to figure out who my saviour was, when I finally laid my eyes on him, I recoiled, trying to free myself.

Orion looked down at me and tightened his grip, my wet clothes and the anxioussness I got from being close to him making me shiver. My eyes rolled back into my head again, and I was out like a light, but still aware of what was going on around me.

Orion took his chance, maybe in a last bid to get closer to me. The fear that radiated off of him was stomach churning, the smell wrapped around me like some warped sense of tenderness, it's long fingers forcing the air out of my lungs, knowing that I caused this fear was unsettling, it gave me an air of suspicion, like it was just for show.

Again, my eyes opened to the harsh light, but this time I was no longer suffocated by his arms, but his presence was still there, his wolf growling deeply against the barrier I put up between us. Other hands were on me now, needles and tubes being inserted, none of which I knew anything about, male scents rushed into my head and my clothes were ripped off of me with no remorse, no consideration to avert their eyes from what lay underneath.

Only Orion, the man who afflicted me with the disease of insecurity I now carried, removed his eyes from the sight. Sadness replaced fear in his cycle of emotions, and the doctors cast hasty, remorseful looks toward him as they prepared me for whatever was to come.

A few low growls was all the interruption that followed, no matter how far away I pushed  him, he would still be affected when other males touched me. Orion understood that something terrible had happened, and he blamed himself for the deed, even if I was the one who committed it.

Many a times I drifted in and out of the world, and all the while his scent of sadness, then fear for my life, then anger drifted with me until I was sick of it. My anger wanted to shout at him, to tell him to leave if all be felt was those weak emotions that meant nothing to me.

But thoughts about him were pointless at this time, if I was to make use of peace, I was to think about things that mattered, like the pack that Orion had taken away, and the brother I missed so dearly, the life I had thrown away merely because I was so caught up in my attempts to make myself look dominant, I didn't think about the consequences.

I thought about Anya too, and how she was my friend even though I pushed her away at times, she stuck by me, she shared her past with me, and the only antidote she had left for stopping heat.

And, just as if fate had decided it, heavy footsteps burst into the room, and her scent rushed in like a torrent. Fate was again working in my favour as my eyes peeled open and my gaze landed on her. She ignored Orion's growl and embraced me, tubes and all, while the nurses and doctors tutted and growled to themselves.

"What did you do to yourself?" She asked, concern flowing out of her like tender waves.

I didn't answer, maybe out of embarrassment, maybe because Orion was there, maybe because I was unable to speak. She nodded quickly without another word, squeezing my hand and brushing my hair out of my face.

She stepped back as tears fogged my vision and a heaviness took over my eyes. She clasped her hands together and watched, helpless as I fell into unconsciousness. 

I wondered when it had all gone wrong.

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It had started so abruptly. Almost as if my life was to skip my whole childhood and run straight to my downfall. I hadn't known at the time why things had turned out that way, and I still don't know, but that was how things were.