Chapter 3- The blood of an Alpha

Chapter 3

It's cold, my chest is cold. I inhale and moan in pain when the act causes my chest to twist with every pressured breath I take in. 

My eyes feel like lead as I try to see through the darkness. Another whimper escapes my lips when I feel a slight pinch on my stomach. 

A steady voice speaks, “She's responsive, Alpha.” He says. 

My nose twitches as I try to discover where exactly I am. The smell of antiseptic is sharp in the air. I perceive wood and fur, the general scent accredited to werewolves but what I realize is missing is the familiar smell of home, my pack, my family. 

My body reacts immediately, my hind limbs kicking frantically as my mind switches into flight mode. 

“The patient seems to be having a seizure, doctor.” An authoritative female voice alerts and I'm immediately surrounded by hands, multiple strong holds pull down my wolf and I growl in pain, fighting even harder. 

“Do something to stop this, Banks!” The same female voice orders. 

“Yes, Alpha. The drugs should kick in any moment from now.” A man responds just as my body begins to feel too heavy to be controlled. The weight of multiple hands holding me down lifts then as I unwilling get plunged back into utter darkness.

The second time I wake, my eyes thankfully are functioning. My body is numb and my mind empty except for a memory on constant repetition in my head. 

“Aura!” My mother's cheerful voice yells from across our backyard. A giggle escapes me as I race across the yard, running like my ten-year-old life depends on it. A loud roar from the monster behind me forces me to scream. I'm only a few feet to my savior when I am tackled to the floor by the big bad monster. My father wraps his hands around my head as he twists in the air so that I land on his strong body during the fall. 

A loud laughter fills the atmosphere as my father evilly celebrate his victory. “You cheated!” I accuse, hating the feeling of defeat. 

“Aura, we both know you just aren't fast enough.” He teased, releasing my angry form from his body. 

I stand in protest, tears stinging my blue eyes. “No! I'm faster than you. I'll prove it.” I state. 

“Aura, it's alright to loose sometimes.” My mother says, trying to soothe me. 

“No ma, I'm really fast. You can ask my classmates. They all tried to hit me but I was too fast for them. I…” 

“What?!” My father exclaimed, the light in his eyes instantly darkening. “What did you just say?”

I stand confused when my mom eyes redden in tears. 

Laying in what I've come to discover is a hospital bed, I understand perfectly what I didn't understand then. In that moment in my yard, my parents had realized how worthless the pack viewed me but they had said nothing about it. Perhaps they didn't want me to worry or think less of myself or maybe they had belived I would amount to something good in life. 

How wrong they were. How wrong they were to keep me alive. How unfortunate for them to have been cursed with me for a child. If only they had aborted me. If only they had clawed my worthless life out when I'd first shifted, when I'd first shown my useless omega. 

My ears are soaked with my tears but I can't find it in me to react to anything but the tremendous pain in my veins. 

I try to sit up but fall back with a groan. My head is heavy and my life worthless. The bag of yellow fluid connected to my hand stays still, as still as my bleak future. A future just as useless as my life. What am I to do without my parents? 

I've always been sheltered by them. I've only ever known their kindness. Every other has hated me or at least disliked me. I can't be stupid enough to prolong this waste of a life. 

I weakly growl, reaching for the needle attached to my hand. With one slow motion, I pull it out of my vein. It drops to the floor with a ting in the empty room. I release a sigh and wait, praying that no one comes in till I'm gone. 

I have no idea where I am or why I'm here but I'm certain of something; I don't want to be here. I don't want to live any longer. The quicker I get to be with my family, the better for me. I should never have run from death. I should have accepted it then. 

A strong shiver strikes my bones and I rattle with a sharp cry on the bed. Biting down on my lip I try to stifle my groans, knowing my end is not far away. My muscles spasm and I scream as an excruciating pain roots out from my abdomen. 

Hot tears rush from my eyes when the door is pushed open. It hits the wall with a loud bang. 

“No…no!” I cry as a middle aged man runs to my bed. Two other women follow behind him. 

“Goddess damn!” He curses as he pulls my stiff arm and reconnects a clean needle. 

“No pl…please d…don't.” I beg in fright. I don't want to live. I'll hurt people if I stay alive.

The man calls out orders that are quickly followed by the women who accompanied him. 

Then my heart beat slows to an unfamiliar rhythm and a lone tear escapes my eye. Finally, I think– finally I get to be free. 

“Get Ace!... NOW!” The doctor yells, despair clouding his gaze. 

Just when I'm sure it's time, when I can no longer remember how to breathe, a man walks through the door, his eyes hold mine captive as he strides toward me. I take note of the tattoos lining up his strong arms and neck, the gold earring dangling from one ear and the sharp claws aiming for my face. 

My mouth opens in a silent scream and he slips in a finger. A warm substance drops on my tongue. Another drop and I pick up the metallic taste of blood. Another drop and my shivers cease. 

His warm brown eyes hold my gaze as he feeds me his blood… The blood of an Alpha. The only thing capable of speeding up the healing of a lower ranked werewolf. 

A soft calm envelopes me as my pains drastically reduce and my eyes flicker in dizziness. But before I fall asleep I hear him speak tenderly to me.

“Sleep tight, pup.” 

Those words cause a slight satisfaction within my chest. Suddenly, I'm not all too eager to loose my life.