My Scars

Chapter 6: My Scars

Eris’s POV.

Sweat broke down on my forehead while I was sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping the blanket tight in my fists.

The maid had already helped me wash off most of the dirt from my hands and legs, but my heart was racing, like my skin was crawling with unseen threats.

The doctor sat nearby, smiling in that too-friendly way that immediately made me suspicious.

“Let me check on you, dear,” the doctor said with a calm and soothing voice. “It’s just routine. You’ve had a rough day.”

I narrowed my eyes. Seven growled low in the back of my mind. ‘Don’t trust them,’ she warned. ‘They’re wolves too, but they’re not *our* pack.’

She wasn’t wrong. I didn’t know these people, I didn't trust them. And I sure as hell wasn’t about to strip down and let this doctor see what Darius had done to me.

The scars. The whip marks. No one had seen them in years, and I wasn’t about to start showing them off now.

“I’m fine,” I muttered, keeping my voice low but strict enough to reassure her. “I don’t need a doctor.”

The doctor didn’t seem convinced. “You’ve been through a lot. I can tell just by looking at you. Let me help. I’m a wolf too, and I promise, I’ll take care of you.”

‘Don’t let her get close,’ Seven urged again. ‘We don’t want to look weak in front of these people. This is the enemy’s territory.’

I clenched my jaw, fighting back the urge to tell them all to get out and leave me alone. But the doctor kept pressing, stepping closer with that gentle smile on her face, like I was some fragile little thing she needed to coddle.

“I said I’m fine,” I snapped, my voice louder now, sharper. Seven growled again, adding to the tension boiling in my gut. I hated feeling cornered like this.

The doctor sighed, clearly annoyed but trying to hide it. “All right,” she said, backing off. “But if you change your mind, I’ll be right outside.”

She motioned for the maid to follow, and the two of them left the room.

Finally.

I let out a shaky breath, feeling like I could breathe a little easier with them gone. But I didn’t relax completely. I couldn’t. Not here. Not when I didn’t know what kind of game this pack was playing with me.

‘Stay alert,’ Seven whispered in my mind. ‘We don’t know what they want.’

I nodded, agreeing with her. I needed to get out of here. The alpha, as I understood right, said I was his mate, but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe in fairy tales, and that Fae! I will find him soon enough!

I wasn’t going to become anyone’s property. I’d find a way to escape, back to—

Before I could finish the thought, the door creaked open again, and my muscles tensed up immediately.

But instead of the doctor or the maid, a tall, silver-haired man stepped in, his blue eyes sharp and focused on me. He was… handsome, in a way that made my chest tighten uncomfortably.

But I wasn’t about to let that distract me.

“You,” I said, pointing at him. “Get out.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “You’ve got some nerve, telling me to get out of my own room.”

“I don’t care whose room this is,” I snapped, standing up from the bed, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around me. “I’m not letting anyone near me.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe casually, like he had all the time in the world. “You’re hurt. Let the doctor check you. It’s not that big of a deal.”

I clenched my fists tighter. Seven growled, she agreed with me, her distrust matched mine. “I said no. I don’t need your help, or hers, or anyone’s.”

He sighed, stepping further into the room like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“I’m not being difficult,” I shouted back with a raised voice. “I just don’t trust any of you.”

“Is that right?” He came closer, until he was standing right in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint scars lining his jaw. “Then why don’t you trust me?”

My heart started beating faster with a speed that I thought was going to come out of my chest. “Because I don’t even know you.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m trying to help.”

I stared at him, examining his face, looking for anything to prove my thoughts right. But all I found was stubbornness.

He wasn’t going to leave. I could feel it in the way he held himself, like he was used to getting what he wanted.

“Go away,” I said, but my voice lacked the bite it had before. I was tired. So damn tired.

He sighed, his patience was clearly running thin. “Look, this doesn’t have to be a fight. You’re injured, and I’m not leaving until I know you’re taken care of. So you can either let me help you, or we can keep arguing until I win.”

I glared at him. “You won’t win.”

He smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Before I could react, he moved quicker than I expected, his strong arms grabbed me and pushed me back onto the bed, his weight held me down on my knees.

I gasped, struggling against him, but he was stronger. Way stronger. He pressed me into the mattress, careful but firm, his hands keeping me in place.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted, thrashing beneath him. “Let go!”

“Sorry,” he muttered, sounding anything but apologetic. “But you left me no choice.”

In one move, he ripped the back of my dress apart, the fabric tearing under his hands.

I froze and time felt like it was standing still, ‘no…’

The room went deathly silent and the world around me went into a big blur.

His hands stopped moving, his grip loosened slightly as he stared at my back. I could feel his eyes on me, on the scars that covered my skin, and shame flooded through me like ice in my veins.

No. No, no, no.

I twisted around, shoving him away with all the strength I had left. He stumbled back, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock. “I—, who-who did this to you?”

“Get out!” I screamed and my voice cracked as I scrambled off the bed, yanking the blanket around me to cover myself.

My heart pounded like an old drum in my chest, tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back.

I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I wouldn’t.

He just stood there, frozen, his mouth opened and closed like he didn’t know what to say.

“Get. Out.” I repeated, my voice lower now, more dangerous.

Finally, he nodded and turned, leaving the room without another word.

The second the door closed behind him, I collapsed onto the floor, my entire body started shaking.

Each breath was shallow and slow, breathing in…breathing out…water covered my face, I was doomed.

Seven whimpered softly in the back of my mind, trying to soothe me, but it didn’t help.

I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head.

The horror. The pity.

I hated it.