All Eyes On Me

News not wanted.

Bright blinding lights were the first thing that graced my vision as I groggily sat up. The smell of disinfectant and pine was strong and overbearing. Raising my arm up to wipe the sleepiness from my eyes was a horrible mistake. The feeling of a thousand needles stabbing me crawled up my arm and abdomen in excruciating pain. I groaned in response. My eyes snapped open to look at what was inflicting so much pain. Then I remembered the bomb, the knife, the sensual voice in the room. The beeping of the heart monitor that was attached to my body, accelerated as my irritation grew with the situation I have found myself in. I hate hospitals down to their very core.

I ripped the IV out of my hand with my teeth and let the droplets of blood that followed fall to the ground unceremoniously. Ripping off the heart monitor, blood pressure cuff, and the blood oxygen reader, I then proceeded to roll off the bed to discover I was in a hospital gown. Walking over to the closet, I grabbed the clothes out and very slowly put them on my body, throwing the hospital gown on the bed. The heart monitor beeped in annoyance because it couldn't find my heart rhythm.

"I see you're finally awake. It doesn't surprise me that you are already up and moving around even though you're not suppose to be." General Hyde said as he pushed back his hair and walked over to take a seat.

"Well since you know me so well, then you know hospital rooms are a big no-go for me. Hence, why I am leaving. Oh, there was another General in the Boiler room with me, what did you guys tell him I was?" The curiosity of the question hung in the air.

"You were adopted into pack life by your Aunt and Uncle, then transferred here after your time in service. But there is something you should know." He said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. I gave him a look that was telling him to carry on.

"General Miller... He uh... How do I put this?" He was rambling.

"Spit it out, man." His eyes became vacant, meaning that someone was mind linking him. If I were a guessing person, it would probably be the Alpha. Ignoring what he was going to say, I waived goodbye and walked out of the room. I headed out of the hospital in a fast pace.

The moment I left the pack hospital, the fresh air blew on my skin. The smells of the forest greeted me like an old friend. The walk to my cabin was a tiring one, I was soaked in sweat. The normal 15-minute walk turned into 45 minutes. The drugs the hospital had been pumping through my body caught up to me and made my mind groggy and my pace slow. I felt wrong and like an empty shell. Narcotics had a tendency of doing that, not to mention my abdomen was crying in protest. The stitches were definitely ripped open again. I opened my door and walked straight to my kitchen, grabbing superglue from the junk drawer next to the fridge. I pulled up my shirt, ripping off the gauze pad that covered my abdomen. I put a wooden spoon in my mouth and then pinched the two sides of the skin together again and placed the super glue along the cut to seal it. Sweating again, I walked towards the couch. The comfort of the plush cushions was a welcome greeting. I grabbed the remote and turned on Scrubs on Netflix, and let my eyes fall shut. Somewhere through the episode, a loud knock resonated through the cabin. I groaned in annoyance and begrudgingly and slowly got off the couch and opened the door.

Ocean blue eyes captivated mine as I looked at the stranger at the door. His tall frame and muscular body mesmerized me. I could feel the lust growing in my body at the mere sight of this handsome stranger. His sandy blonde hair is short and gelled back into a neat hairstyle. His beard was short and surrounded his chin and mouth. It was short, almost like he hadn't shaved in a few days. I looked down at his right arm as black markings started forming up his forearm and under his tight black shirt that showed the contours of his muscles. My own arm started tingling in pain that rolled up my arm and down the right side of my body. My skin was illuminated black and blue, like the night sky.

"Can I help you?" I said as black dots started clouding my vision. My knees began to give out. Strong arms lifted me up into the air and took me back to the couch. Nausea built up in my throat and a headache started forming. A cup of water was placed on my lips, the cool water trickled down my throat in wonderous glory. The Nausea began subsiding as I took small sips of water the handsome stranger offered. My vision began to clear, and my once diminished senses came back to normal functioning.

"Thanks for the assist, who are you?" I croaked out as I removed myself from his touch.

"General Eric Miller of the Forest River Pack and your mate." His husky voice spoke. My eyes went wide with the mention of the word mate.

"No..." I whispered as I got up and stepped away from the couch. I took small mindless steps away from him.

"What do you mean, no?" He asked, pain and rejection evident on his face.

"We can't, I can't... I need to leave." I said as I opened the front door and attempted to run out in a hurry. I ran as fast as my body would allow me and took myself to the one place I could be where no one would bug me. I ran to the pack gun range and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw it empty. I went to the armory, punching in the code and grabbing out a 50-caliber sniper rifle and a couple of boxes of ammunition. I don't deal well with things, so to calm myself down, I shoot things.

I walked up to the range, the rain began to drop slowly from the sky. I walked up to the firing line. I put the buttstock in the base of shoulder and rested my left hand on the trigger. My cheek rested against the cool metal, my left eye looking through the scope. The target, A metal disk painted red, was in my sights. I tried to empty my brain and let the air exhale from my body. I took my shot. The sound of the gun reverberated through the forest. The gun recoiled into my shoulder. I watched through the scope and saw the bullet go through the center of my target.

"I knew I'd find you here." Hyde's mate, Maria said as she walked up to me, umbrella in hand. My blonde hair was drenched and stuck to my skull like a second skin. My once dry clothes are completely wet from the rain and my blood. The water ran down my face covering up the tears that fell from my blue eyes. 

"I can't have a mate, Maria. It would be so unfair to him. I'm not even Lycan." The words poured through my mouth in a frenzy. I felt the weight of the situation hit me like a thousand bricks.

"The Moon Goddess makes no mistakes. Rose, regardless of what has happened, and what you both have done, you should be thankful." She said. I relaxed and took aim for another shot. I fired and watched again as it went through the red disk.

"Maria, after everything that I've done, and everything I can't do, it just would be unfair to him." I said as I laid the gun on the table. My injured arm was bleeding again, I assume I ripped open those stitches too.

"Those deaths were not your fault. You did not know about you being a witch. Your aunt never told you. You got to those kids before anyone else did. As for your time in the Marine Corps, you were just following orders. Look, I love you as if you were my own blood. You're the little sister I always wanted, but you have got to forgive yourself and give this man a chance. When he brought you up from that boiler room, he looked as if someone had snatched his heart right from his chest and served it on a platter. It took 3 Alpha's to restrain him and take you from his arms. That same man who was covered in your blood, waited by your door, refusing to let anyone but doctors in for the last 48 hours." She said as she opened her bag that hung loosely off her shoulder. Grabbing an ace wrap, Maria wrapped it tightly around my arm.

I let the words process through my head. I grabbed the gun and the ammunition and walked with Maria back to the range house. Maria gave me a hug and left me to my own devices. She always knew the right thing to say. I went to one of the metal tables and placed the rifle down. I took it apart piece by piece with ease. Cleaning the rifle was my favorite part. It was stress relieving. The thought of Eric was ever-present in the front of my mind. I'm at a loss for what to do.

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A/N: Hey guys! Just a short update before I go to my doctors appointment. What are your thoughts? I hope you guys are enjoying. :)