My Rogue

Chapter 8: Abused

Mika's POV

I don't know it is about me necessarily that manages to piss people off, but for my own well-being and personal sanity, I should probably learn FAST. I didn't think it was too much to ask for when I asked the Alpha, I think his name was Adriel, to let me leave. And yet, it was like I flipped the sadist switch in his brain because here I was again, tied up to a bed.

At least this time they had the consideration to use regular chains instead of ones laced with silver. What a kindness they bestowed upon little old me.

It had been about a week now since I arrived at this pack house and I can say that overall, the people were alright, minus that Alpha. The doctor, Ayana, was very kind to me although I could tell she was still a little nervous after the way I stared hateful daggers at her the first few moments I was in her presence. But over the past days, we've actually grown, dare I say, close-ish? At least closer than I've been with anyone from the old pack but I guess that doesn't mean much.

I actually ended up meeting a lot of the alpha's family over the few days days. Ayana was my favorite, but the twins I met were definitely something. I've never seen two completely different people get along better in my life. The younger one, Kele I think, was the most inquisitive, intrusive, and chatty person I had ever met. The moment I went to answer one of his questions, he had already moved on to asking the next.

And yet, his older twin Keokuk was like you stereotypical cool-kid wallflower. He had that silent but mysterious aura that hovered around him. He hadn't talked much except to calm down his twin but I could tell he was listening and taking note of every small word I muttered.

The family has five siblings. Five! I didn't even know it was possible to have that many kids! I can't say I'm not jealous. It was my dream growing up to have a younger sibling; maybe having someone with me, someone to protect during those dark times, I wouldn't be such a coward today, I wouldn't be running away from all my problems, my mate...

I shook my head. It was for the best. And who knows, I never knew my parents so who's to say I don't have a long-lost sibling out there?

I lost in my thoughts that morning, not bothering to pay attention as Ayana came in to check my wounds. My leg and other scratches had healed up just fine, but the burns from the silver cuffs were still a little sore and tender.

She rubbed on the cream that was supposed to help them heal faster and I hissed at the sting that ran through my wrist.

"Sorry hun, I know. But on the bright side, just another day or so and you're all healed up!"

I said nothing but nodded my head. We'd had this conversation before; I'd be healed, but its not like I could go anywhere. That stupid Alpha had made it very clear.

Ayana looked at my expression and sighed. "Look, Mika, I know my brother can be a little... pushy at times..." I gave a snort and her smiled softened. "But he had his own reasons, as I'm sure you have your own for ripping a werewolf's hand from silver laced chains."

"My actions affected me alone," I muttered my same argument. "I didn't ask you all to come rescue me."

She gave me a sad smile as he hand reached up to rest on my head. The sudden movement made me flinch and I cursed hard at my own actions. Her face flashed a hint of surprise at my reaction and she slowly lowered her hand.

"Well, at the very least, I as your doctor won't let you leave till you are all fixed up, that includes your nutrition as well. Heavens child, do you realize how malnourished you were? It's like you haven't had a decent meal in months!"

Try years, I thought to myself.

Still, the whole 'care' thing may be new to me, but it doesn't mean I didn't like it. It felt a little nice to be pampered by her, almost like a big sister. I know I couldn't stay here too much longer, but a few extra days couldn't hurt. I hadn't heard anything about Rogue sightings or packs asking around about a runaway wolf, so I guess for the moment they didn't know where I was.