I Saved the Alpha and the Pack (1st book Saving Series) (Completed)

Chapter 30 (Edited)

Riiiing. Riiing Riiing.

I groaned a little before starting to cough, gasping for air. My lungs burned as if I had swallowed the Sahara Desert. I gasped for breath, before stumbling out of bed and went to get my emergency inhaler.

I took a few deep breaths, before going into the bathroom and getting me some water, clearing the desert feeling in my mouth.

Riiiing. Riiing. Riiing.

I groaned again before struggling back to my room, still feeling dirty. I grabbed my phone, which was surprisingly on my nightstand. "Hel-" I cleared my throat. "Hello?" I asked.

"Where the hell are you?" Trent barked growling at me.

"At home," I croaked out again. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling drained and in pain. "I-I don't think I can come into school today."

"I'll be over in a few."

Tears streamed down my face. "No," I said. "Don't bother. I-I'm giving my two weeks notice."

"Jessica. What-"

I hung up, not wanting to say another word. I didn't want him or anyone to know what had happened with that male.

I'm just glad that I had beat him before he could rape me.

I took a deep and called my brother.

"Hello?" he asked with a gruff voice, I'm guessing annoyed that I had woke him up.

"Two weeks," I replied with a sob before hanging up and turning off my phone. And with that, I went to take a bath, still sobbing.

***

I took a deep breath as I walked into class Tuesday morning. I was still feeling woozy, because I had gotten a small head wound on the back of my head.

I walked into the classroom and sat down in my desk slowly, groaning a little when my ribs moved.

Roger had came last evening, and he had told me how bad the damage was. So, from what I had gathered was that I had a couple bruised ribs, while some might be broken. I had a bruised left wrist, bruised right ankle, and a bruised pride. I had a busted lip, bruised cheek and a black eye. I also had some stitches in the back of my head, as well as a handprint on my neck from where the guy had squeezed. It was a miracle that I'm still alive.

I shook my head, clearing from thoughts as someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I said, after clearing my throat.

Trent walked in and looked at me. His eyebrows creased together as he looked at my apparel. "Are you all right?" he asked. "You didn't come to school yesterday and you look like shit."

I sighed a little and nodded my head. "I-I'm fine."

Trent frowned looking at me. "You're lying. I smell blood."

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "They came two nights ago," I whispered softly. "I killed one, stunned another, and then the other h-h-he attacked and k-k-kissed me. He tried to rape me, but I-I had grabbed a candle and beat him to death."

"A candle?" Trent asked.

I nodded my head. "It's silver with wolfsbane in it."

Trent sighed and nodded. "So you're leaving?"

"Dean's right," I whispered. "I can't live without a pack. That taught me." I took off the scarf and let him see the bruises on my neck.

Trent growled, his eyes changing colors to those of his wolf. "Where were your Hunter friends?" He sneered. "They weren't there were they?"

"Roger said it was a test," I replied coldly. "He said that there will be a bigger fight than the one that had happened. He was testing my strengths."

"And it could've had ended with you dead."

I had enough. I took a deep breath through my nose, my nostrils flaring. I stood up and slammed my hands on the desk. "Like you care," I retorted with a small growl.

Trent, or Steve as I later found out, blinked a little. "What are you getting at?" he asked.

"What am I getting at?" I hissed. "I am not and never will be a wolf. I am just a mere human with a huge responsibility. I don't need to be babied. I have had it with Wolves who think less of me, only because I am human. Guess what? Your Alpha and Luna have won. I'm done and gone, only a distant memory. In two weeks, I'll be leaving and out of ya'lls hair. I'm done. Good job. Bravo. Now, get out of my room." With that, I pointed at the door.

Trent had taken control, through my rant and whimpered. He showed his neck to me and left.

I sat in my seat, feeling slightly down, with a deep pit of regret in my stomach. I had taken all my anger out on Trent, and I had regret every minute of it.

What type of person had I become?