Fated

Time is Pain

As the medicine wears off I feel the heat slowly starting to increase as it comes back. I start to stir as I slowly wake up. Slowly I open and close my eyes a few times to get used to my surroundings. Once I get used to the lighting I take in my surroundings. I'm in my bed, the windows are covered by my black curtains. I look over at my bed side table to look at the clock to see what time it is. 4:47 in the afternoon. I slept through most of the day. Shockingly with the condition I'm in I slept this long. I figured the shot he gave me would only knock me out for an hour or 2.

With a groan I slowly sit my stiff body up, my muscles screaming at the movement. My joints crack since they haven't been moved in so long. I still feel an extreme amount of pain, but not so much that it completely clouds my senses. I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed to move them to hang over the side. I need to use the bathroom.

Knowing there is no point in me trying to walk to the bathroom on my own since it will end badly I decide to call for help.

"Dad?" I call out in the loudest voice I can muster(which really isn't very loud)

I hear footsteps quickly pounding up the stairs. My door opens and my dads head pops in.

"Yes honey?" He asks.

"I need help.'' He pushes the door open and runs to my aid.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He asks. His eyes are wide with worry as he looks me over looking for injury.

"I need help getting to the bathroom." I say quietly. He visibly relaxes at my request relieved that it wasn't some kind of injury.

"Okay do you think you can walk?" He asks

I shake my head no. The pain is to much for my body to handle, let alone trying to move while in pain.

He puts his arms underneath my legs and picks me up. I howl out in pain at the contact. He walks slowly to the bathroom and sits me on the toilet. First making sure that I was okay and not about to pass out from the pain, he leaves me and shuts the door behind himself.

When done I pull my pants back up, I never thought that pulling my pants up could be both painful and difficult.

"All done dad." I say. I don't speak loud, just doing this drains all my energy out of me. The door opens and he comes in picking me up off the toilet and bringing me back to my bed.

Instantly my body relaxes into the cool sheets seeking it's small relief. My eyes begin to shut, the pain becoming to unbearable for my body to handle. I fall asleep within a few minutes.

1 week post mate

The pain has now become a dull ache in my body. I am able to do somethings but not a lot before I become tired again. Ive been either sleeping or watching Netflix. I finished The Vampire Diaries and am now on to Hawaii Five O. Nothing else to do. I've tried to read a few books but every book in my house is a romance novel and it makes me think of Beckett. To be honest all I've really thought about this past week is him. His face, his eyes, his dark brown hair that was always a complete mess. But damn was it a hot mess. I craved his touch, I found myself waking up from sex dreams about him, hoping I'd see him barging through my room door and ending my pain. But, he never does.

2 months post mate

I've been through 3 heats now, slowly figure out the works and what to do to ease the pain. I just finished my most recent heat a few days ago, finally getting back to normal. I have lately been focused on training, so I can become a better warrior in hopes of one day becoming a head warrior. Corbin and Peter have been spending a lot of time with me. I've gotten much closer to Peter, he insists that they be there for me during heat.(pretty sure they hope that one day I'll be their surrogate to their future child) But them being by my side as helped, they take my mind off of Beckett and every thought of him.

Anna calls me at least once a week, she checks on me as much as she can. Derek won't let her come visit me, he doesn't want her leaving the territory. She sometimes gives me updates on Beckett, but she does inform me that he is suffering as much as I am. She tells me he's always drunk. He's become bitter to everyone in his life. Shutting them out and spending all his time in either his office or his room.

6 months post mate

Anna called me last night, she's pregnant. About 6 weeks along. She couldn't sit any longer before telling me. I got the honor of being named head warrior. Fighting takes my mind off of everything, only allowing me to focus on my opponent that is right in front of me. Corbin and Peter will be getting married soon. They set a date. I couldn't be more happy for them. I can't spend much time alone anymore, my thoughts wander to Beckett and how he's doing. I have asked Anna to stop giving me updates on him, I won't be able to move on if I keep thinking about him.

10 months post mate

Anna is almost 6 months pregnant. She has a big bump now. She's having a girl she tells me. I recently made the decision to move into the pack house, in hopes that being there won't let me be alone. I've been fighting depression lately. My wolf cries out to her mate at all times, I block her out knowing I too want to cry out to my mate. I want him, I need him with me. I wish and dream that I watch him come barreling through the woods and runs straight to me, pulling me to his chest and kisses me with all he has. I dream that he accepts me and marks me, finally getting to be mine and me his.

1 year post mate

The phone rings. I groan and roll over to pick it up.

"Hello?" I grumble half asleep into the phone.

"Lane!? You need to come here now! It's Beckett he's gone feral!" She screams into the phone

"What do you mean he's gone feral?" I ask

"His wolf has taken over. His wolf wants his mate and Beckett doesn't. You need to come before he starts killing. Because anyone that stands in between you and him will have their throats ripped out."

A/N
I'd like to give a thank you to whoever has shockingly liked my story enough to read this far. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i love writing it!