Chapter Five

"What did you say?" He asked me in a voice meant to intimidate me.

I shifted on the bed, my eyes skittering to the door in case he tried anything foul. "I said I am not going to accept your rejection."

He scoffed, and loomed closer as his fist flexed as though he had it in his mind to squash me, then after an eerie silence, he let out a dark smirk, turned and stormed to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, tried to lift my head but fell back in pain. That is my mate walking away. I lost the love of my life only to find my mate and now he's just going to reject me and walk away like that? "Come back here!"

The door slammed in my face and two minutes later, the lady from before came barreling in. This time she wasn't smiling. "What did you do to his majesty?"

"Excuse me?"

"He was very cranky and ordered you are to be cared for and discharged immediately." She took my wrist and checked for something I didn't care for.

"Is he your King?The overall King, like the Alpha King?"

"Yes, and no one, absolutely no one in their right mind infuriates him. He's as short-tempered as the bull and flips easily." She dropped my left hand and once more the smile returned. "You seem to be making a quick recovery."

"And my legs?" I dangled my hanging legs and she nodded too.

"The physiotherapist will come in tonight to make sure you are checked out. Don't worry, you are in good hands. You should be happy the King left you alive. Not many of your kind have crossed our border and left alive."

As if that is supposed to pacify me. Why did he leave me alive if he was going to reject me?

"Where does your King live?"

She wiped her hands in a napkin, her piercing blue eyes pinning on me. "He lives at the centre of the town, Miss. You are quite an inquisitive one." Because he's my fucken mate. As though I will care if a Lycan meows like a cat.

"I think I need to be left alone, thanks."

"Alright, I will come_" Our attention went to the door that swung open and two hefty men stood there observing us. They shared an agreeing look, nodded and went out.

The woman looked at me this time in worry. "Who do you say you are again?"

"What?"

"Those are palace guards. The King never sent them to guard anyone except someone close to him. I'm merely surprised to see them here considering you are what Lycans call, Salusas..."

I wrinkled my brows. "What does that mean?"

She patted my shoulders as she made to leave. "It means, outcasts."

Oh. Well, technically, since I am not a werewolf, maybe I won't be considered a sal..sandy... Whatever she called it.

The thought of that brought tears to my eyes. I looked away. What is presently happening back at home? Are my parents searching for me? Do they miss me?

Well, they ain't even my real parents. They will be relieved to be rid of me. After all, I am not one of them. If only they told me the truth, I would never have gone out there to be disgraced in front of everyone.

Now, not only do I have to think of the betrayal of my best friend, Julian, I have to think of their betrayal as my supposed parents.

I am all alone in the world.

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Some days later, I was feeling better according to Nurse Cynthia as she asked me to call her. She said I recovered faster than she anticipated. What I didn't tell her is that I have always been like that since I was a pup.

I had this tendency of recovering faster, that even my parents at a time said I was going to be a very powerful werewolf. Too bad all those things were merely a sham.

I kicked my legs-now freed from hanging-and then I eased out of the bed, reached for the needle injected into my wrist and yanked it off. It stung so badly that I winced and lifted my head until the pain allayed, then I searched for my slippers and wore them.

I was in the hospital blue gown, so I looked around to see if they helped me bring in my bag from the car. That is if they saw it. Nothing.

I intended to leave here today, and there is nothing that will stop me. I have to look for that obnoxious King and have him take back his word.

He can't reject me. I have nowhere else to go. I can't go back to my pack because I can't bear the shame, and ridicule. And I can't even go to the human kingdom because that will be a waste of time. I hardly knew anyone there and knew nothing about how to live a human life.

I peeped through the door hole, and the two hunky men were standing there. Fuck!

I raked my head on what to do. Something struck.

I skimmed my eyes around the room until my eyes closed on the flower vase by the window. I went to pick it up, came back to the door and then I hauled

it across the room towards the bed.

It crashed loudly on the floor and broke to pieces, creating a loud noise enough to get their attention before I cried, "help me!"

In the snap of an eye, they came barreling into the room.

I hurriedly hid at the back of the door that as they went further into the room, they didn't see me sneak out and ran with every strength I could muster down the hall and hid in the first room by my left. Luckily it was empty.

I waited.

"Did you see a petite girl with blonde hair?" I heard one of the guys ask someone.

"No,"

"Hey, you, have you seen your patient? The blondie?"

"What? Gwen?" Oh, poor Cynthia. She sounded shocked. "No. What happened?"

Her feet receded as she hastened towards the ward.

Soon, I didn't hear any of their voices. I counted to ten and then as my eyes took in my environment, I discovered a pink dress hanging by a rack. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed into it.

Five minutes later when I came out of the room and marched down the hall straight for the front door, I could swear none of those men would recognize me if they saw me. I was looking like one of the nurses.

Now, I go in search of my mate.