Love Bites (Werewolf BxB) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter-3

Chapter-3

Chase’s P.O.V

I glared at him the whole time he had me in his arms I didn’t hate it but I sure as hell didn’t like it. “It would be nice if you would stop glaring at me,” he stated looking down at me with a smug smirk, it made my heart flutter. What was happening to me? Was I falling in love again? No I wouldn’t let myself, after what happened last time I promised myself I wouldn’t.

“Nope.” I stated popping the ‘p’, he sighed keeping up his pace walking towards the ‘Doctors’ office.

“Doc. Are you here?” He asked opening the door and walking into the office. It was mostly white but had some light blue around; there were two hospital beds in the far corner and a desk on the other side with a filling cabinet beside it.  

“Yes, over here,” someone called from behind the desk but I couldn’t turn my head that far. “What’s wrong Luke?” he sounded closer this time.

“Well… I found him outside and he’s hurt,” Luke explained making me scowl and glare up at him again “For what I can tell his stomach is bleeding,” he continued making me look down to see my shirt soaked with blood as I mentally cursed.

“Kay lay him on the bed and I’ll take a look,” he said as Luke brang me over to the bed. I gritted my teeth I didn’t need anyone finding out about my ribs and cut that would only lead to a lot of annoying questions.

“I said I’m fine,’ I tried to get out of his grasp again failing miserably as he held me down on the bed.

“By the look of your shirt you’re not boy,” Said the voice as I looked over and saw another friggen super model. What was with this place?!

His hair was dark brown that complimented his light blue eyes, and dark skin. He had on a doctor’s lab coat with a blue button up shirt and black skinny jeans on.  He was a little shorter than Luke but not much compared to me.

“I’m going to take a look now okay?” he asked as I started to panic, if he saw then he would ask me a bunch of questions that I wouldn’t answer, and that would lead to other non-important things, but most of all pity. I hated it, every time I would walk into our old shopping mall everyone would have pity in their eyes while watching me walk down the aisle with a black eye.

“N-No,” I whispered trying to get away from Luke “Lemme go,” I hissed at him my eyes welling up with tears as pain shot threw me once again making me whimper and stop moving altogether.

“Listen whatever it is it will stay in this room,” the doctor reassured me “Won’t it Luke?” he looked up at Luke who was still pinning me on the bed making it impossible for me to escape, not that I could get very far anyways. Luke nodded and the doctor pulled up my shirt gasping at the huge gash and bruise that was covering my ribs (I knew they were at least cracked) on my scrawny stomach.

“When did this happen?” The doctor asked looking over my stomach once again as I turned my face away from them both. Should I answer his question? Would he ask me more questions? Would he tell the principle? “I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re thinking it stays here unless you say otherwise.” He reassured me walking over to a cabinet and unlocking it with a key pulling out some things that he wouldn’t let me see.

“This morning,” I barely whispered hoping that he didn’t hear me across the room. He somehow did hear me walking back over with whatever he pulled out of the cabinet laying it down on a table out of my view and pulling over a spinning stool.

“Who did it?” Luke cut in making his presence known (yes I forgot I was being pinned down). I looked at him he looked upset, angry and had a bit of sympathy on his face? Did he actually care about me? Wait, no that’s impossible I only just met him. I looked away from him biting my bottom lip, contemplating whether or not I should tell him.

One part of me wanted to tell him everything. My whole life story since I could remember but, the other small part was scared to trust anyone again, scared that I’d get beat up again, scared they’d hate me, scared of the rejection I always got. 

Luke’s P.O.V                                                     

I wanted to rip someone’s head off when I found out that MY mate is being beaten to a pulp, but then again I didn’t want to make him scared of me. What was his name? How old was he? How did he get the gash and huge bruise mixed with all the little ones?

“Who did it?” my wolf asked out loud taking control for a brief second before I took back over scared of the answer as he bit his lip looking away from me contemplating whether or not to tell us. I knew one part of him wanted to spill his guts to me, because we where mates of course, but I still knew that there was a sliver of him that didn’t. For whatever reason he did not want to tell me, was it because of whoever done this to him?

“What’s your name?” Doc. asked changing the subject knowing what would happen if he said who it was. He looked a bit relieved but still speechless, I knew Walker (the doc) was trying to calm him down to give him the lidocaine (the stuff most commonly used for numbing when getting stitches) to stitch up the gash in his side, I knew Walker hated it when his patients are scared of him. It made his job that much harder.

“C-Chase,” he whimpered as Walker smiled “That’s a nice name, I’m going to fix you up now kay?” he asked as Chase slowly nodded for Walker to begin stitching up his gash. He whimpered making me want to hug him so badly but I kept myself where I was pinning him down so he wouldn’t try and move or run (doubt he could with his injuries) away.

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