The Rejected Alpha

Chapter 65

Three days.
It's been three days of just sitting in this room doing nothing.
Three days of feeling empty, lost and blank. I wasn't even sad or angry, I just seemed to feel void of all emotion.

Damon had carried me up here after my little family reunion.
I've refused to see anyone since.
Mavis came along with Rose and Daryl.
I refused to see them too.
I didn't want anyone seeing me like this now.
I knew if I see them I'd have to fake a smile to reassure them, and right now, I didn't have it in me to do that.

I also refused to eat or drink anything. I simply wasn't hungry.
I had a bottle of water here that was just fine for me.

I'd been asked countless times if I was alright.
By Latifah, James, Mavis even Damon.
Especially Damon.

But I gave no response.
Not necessarily because I didn't want to.
But because I didn't know the answer to that.

Was I alright?
I had no idea.

I was just... there.

As usual, Damon entered my room again (without knocking) to as me how I was. He'd been extra cautious around me, trying to make sure I was alright.

I could also feel him every night as he stood outside my door.
Not saying anything, but just standing there. He'd be there for a couple of hours before returning to his room.
And I'd be awake throughout. I mostly slept during the day.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
He had dressed up in jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt like he was going out out, unlike his usual boxers and no-shirt attire.

But at the moment I was too busy not caring to notice.

He walked over to my bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.
He stared at my untouched dinner from yesterday and my lunch from today, that was already cold.
I haven't had the energy to get up and throw them out yet. No matter how many times I say I'm not hungry, they bring me food anyway, in hopes that something might end up appealing to my palette. But none of them did. And I didn't want to keep wasting it all.

He sighed and turned to me.
"Adriane, you need to stop this."
I stared at him.
I stared at him hard for a long time and then, I looked away.
Keeping my mouth shut.

I was in no mood to speak.
"Adriane." I ignored him and stared straight ahead.
"Look at me." and as much as I didn't want to I still did.
I looked at his perfectly blue eyes.
And he stared right back.
And it was like we were both at loss for words.

Until he opened his mouth a while later to say, "Come with me."
To which I obviously shook my head 'no', but this thick headed guy never listens.

His lips set into a hard line and I thought he was going to force me off somewhere, again.
But he reached out for my hand instead, and just pressed on. "Please."
I stared down at my hand, completely covered by his own, as he gave me a slight squeeze. I looked back up again.

And in that moment as I looked at him I knew I was tired.
Tired of being here and tired of moping around. I was tired of affecting everyone's day because I wasn't up to it.
I had to at least try.
I nodded.

After freshening up, I pulled on some grey sweatpants and a white shirt. I put my hair into a ponytail since I still had a slight desert patch in the middle and looked at myself in my floor length mirror. I looked somewhat presentable.
And I stepped out. There was no one in the house save for me and Damon, that much was obvious. I assumed Latifah would be at the pack house or something.

I saw Damon waiting by the bar and when he saw me he took his keys and his phone and stepped out the door.
I followed him out. We sat in his car, one I had not yet had the chance to ruin, and he drove off.
He drove for a short while and came to a stop, we got out.