Slave To The Alpha

Chapter 4

I woke up with a groan, but refused to open my eyes. I took in a deep breath as images of what had happened slowly began to attack my mind. I shook my head as the supposed "slide show" ended and I opened my eyes. I was staring up at a white ceiling. Wait... I let my hands wander, gripping at whatever I was laying on.

They fisted what I guessed was sheets, and I shut my eyes tight again. I could feel my back and lungs burning, and my hands slowly started to lift my shirt up. They felt my stomache, and, with a gasp of pain, I realized that when he had whipped me, it wasn't a dream. Don't get me wrong though, I used to cut. So these slashes he made on me with that whip honestly didn't pain me too much.

But he also cut my legs open, and I could feel the air cool those huge gashes. I had never cut so... wide. I mean, yeah, I used to cut my legs also. I used to cut anywhere I could cover. Which meant I cut my stomach, my arms, my wrists, even my hands. And at some point I started cutting my back and my ankles, but I was part wolf. It didn't leave any scars when they healed a day later. And that's what kept me going.

I opened my eyes and touched my hip, where I had so recently cut. It healed already, but the memory of having done it was still fresh. I sighed heavily, then, with a shock, stopped. Breathing like that fucking hurt like a bitch. I positioned my hands on the bed and pushed, forcing myself to sit up. The cuts he made on my stomach were already healing, and I had no idea why. I mean, he said the whip was silver, right?

I shrugged the thought away and finally sat up, my eyes instantly surveying the room I was in. I was in a room themed cyan blue, black, and white. The bed I was sitting on had grey and white sheets, complete with cyan blue pillows. I huffed. This did NOT looks like a slave's room. I bet this was the- I froze mid-thought as the door to this room opened. In walked a shirtless Alpha Dean and what seemed like a nurse. I looked at her frail form, her eyes darting from me to the Alpha and back again constantly.

He stopped beside me on the left side of the bed, but the nurse came to the right. He stayed silent as she scanned me with her eyes, taking in the image of my wounds that were on clear display for her. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she confusedly reached out to my stomach. She lightly touched a couple of bruises that were right above my broken up rib cage, then pulled her hand away as if I had burned her.

She looked at the Alpha and gulped nervously. "A-alpha Dean. S-she needs to bathe in the stuff I g-gave you." She stuttered. "It will help her breathe easier. Loosen the pain from the broken ribs you gave her." The nurse said with more confidence. I looked at Dean and saw him glare at her. "And what makes you think that you can talk to me-" I cut him off hurriedly as I spoke to the nurse. "T-thank you."

He turned his heated stare on me, but it softened almost immediately. "You are dismissed." He spoke to the nurse softly, but was still staring at me. She glanced at me before slightly bowing her head to the Alpha, and then left quickly and quietly. "How are you feeling?" He asked me in a soft voice. I glared up at him, wanting to tell him off but deciding quickly to just stay mute.

He sighed and reached for me. I cringed and did my best to scoot away from his grasping hands. He paused and stared at me. I swore I saw hurt flash through his eyes, but maybe I'm just delusional. He shrugged it off and grabbed me, holding me with one arm at my back, the other in the bend of my knees. He turned with me in his arms and walked towards a door just a few steps ahead. I started to lightly shake, thinking that he was going to take me into another torture room.

I closed my eyes tightly as I felt a tear slip down my cheek and onto his bare chest. He glanced down at me before opening the door to a... A bathroom. Thank bob! He sat me down on the toilet as he turned to turn on the water in the tub. My eyes widened as I took in the size of it. I was pretty sure the tub could fit at least 5 people! When the water was to his liking, he turned and crouched down in front of me. I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine.