THE ALPHA'S RESURRECTED MATE

The wolf's Bite

The ache in her head was severe and the sobs in the room only aggravated the ache. Where was she?

Trying to open her eyes despite how heavy her eyelids felt, Cassandra frowned when she noticed a white cloth had been used to cover her up. She raised her hand slightly to pull it off and she was greeted with the sight of white. A small smile curled up to her lips as she sighed in relief. She was already in the sky, in heaven, with her mother.  

Meanwhile, Annie, who had been resting her head on the side of the bed as she sobbed, froze when she felt movement around her. She raised her head slightly to look and she screamed when she saw Cassandra smiling at the hospital wall. 

Her screams made Cassandra look at her and her smile disappeared from her face as she stared at Annie. The two remained quiet, both staring at each other in horror.

The door flew open immediately and Uncle Jordan walked into the room, his eyes sad and sunken.

"Honey, I've told you not to do this to yourself. This won't bring Cass back to life. It hurts me to . . ." He trailed off the moment he saw his wife staring at Cassandra. A gasp escaped his lips and he took a step back in shock.

"Cass." He breathed and Cassandra turned to look at him, confusion written plainly on her face. 

What! Why were they here? She thought she had left them on earth? 

"I'll get the doctor," Uncle Jordan informed, rushing out of the room to get the doctor and Annie began to cry again, shaking her head as she stared at Cassandra who stared blankly at her. 

"Oh my goodness, this can't be true," she kept saying to herself as she held her trembling lips. 

The door opened again and the all too familiar face of the doctor came into view. He had a stethoscope hanging over his neck and he was dressed in his white coat. His eyes widened when he walked in with Uncle Jordan and he immediately rounded the bends, standing by her bed in no time.

"I can't believe this." He said and Uncle Jordan nodded. 

"She's awake, doc," he stated the obvious and the doctor nodded, stooping to feel her body temperature.

"This is a miracle," the doctor exclaimed as he placed the stethoscope on her chest to feel her heart rate and pulse. "This is a miracle." He repeated and the couple exchanged glances.

"I was so sure she was dead. Her muscles were rigid and all cells were depleted of their energy source. She stopped breathing immediately she was rushed here. I can't believe this." The doctor stated and Cassandra's brows furrowed.

She was alive!

How on earth! 

She had been so sure she had died, she had felt it immediately her body came crashing to the hard ground and she had felt her soul leave her body. She had died. She shouldn't be lying on the bed, staring into the faces of these people.

"So she's alive now, right doc?" Uncle Jordan asked and the doctor slightly nodded. 

"She being alive after that fall is incredible. There is no possible way she would have survived that fall. Her bones were all broken when she was rushed here but they seem perfectly fine now. Only a miracle can explain this." The doctor shook his head, staring at Cassandra in wonder. 

The wail of her aunty brought everyone's attention to her and the woman rushed to where Cassandra lay, falling to her knees and burying her face into Cassandra's little palms as she sobbed.

"Thank goodness." She kept saying. "Thank goodness. I was so scared. I thought we had lost her just like we lost. . ." She trailed off and Jordan pulled her into his arms as she sobbed.

"So she's no more in danger, right Doc?" Uncle Jordan asked a splitting smile on his face and the doctor nodded vigorously.

"This young lady here must be something special to survive death twice." The doctor reached out to tuck the stray strands of hair from Cassandra's face but Cassandra's frown only deepened. She could not understand how she had moved from falling off a roof to lying on a bed. She had been so sure she would die. Though scared; she had been eager to see how it felt like. But she couldn't anymore, because she was lying on a stupid bed. 

"How could you do such a thing, Cass?" She heard her aunt ask. "How could you even think of doing such a thing?"

"This isn't the right time for that, Annie." Uncle Jordan tried to caution his wife but the woman was adamant.

"What were you thinking? Jumping off a building? You didn't even listen to that girl that tried to stop you. What were you thinking, Cass?" Her aunt whimpered, tears falling off her face.

"You need to calm down, Mrs. Peter." The doctor said. "We should be glad she's fine." 

Meanwhile, Cassandra's head was spinning with various thoughts. Had the redhead been the reason she was here? Had the girl been the one to ruin everything? 

"Do you feel pain anywhere?" She heard the doctor ask but she was already jumping out of bed.

"What are you doing? You need to rest." The doctor tried to hold her but Cassandra pulled her hand from his grip.

"I'm fine. I feel perfectly fine." She faced him, doing some jumping jacks to show them how fine she was. "I feel very fine, doc. Like you said, I must be something special to be alive. Can I go home now?"

"Of course, not." Uncle Jordan countered but Cassandra kept staring at the doctor, waiting for his reply.

"You heard your uncle." The middle-aged man sighed.

"And my uncle heard me when I said I am fine. I feel very fine. In fact, I feel brand new. Like I resurrected from the dead." She tried to convince them.

The doctor exchanged puzzled looks with her relatives, before turning to look at her.

"I need to run some tests on you to ensure you are perfectly fine as you claim so get back to the bed, young lady." The doctor smiled and Cassandra scoffed, sitting back on the bed with her arms folded.

"How could you do those jumping jacks, girl? You've been bedridden for hours. Your bones should be stiff." She heard the doctor mutter but she kept mute, ruminating on her miserable fate.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally said she could go and Cassandra forced a grin, running her fingers on the opening the injection had left on her skin. She had always hated injections but the doctor had said he needed to take blood samples.

"Let's get going." She told the couple, walking out of the room despite her aunt's yells for her to stop.

"You need to change into your cloth and not that hospital dress." Aunt Annie yelled but Cassandra kept walking.

The drive home was very quiet and tension-filled; it was clear the couple had a lot of things they wanted to say to her but were simply holding them in. She was glad they were because she was in no mood to listen to their spiel about her trying to take her life. She didn't regret it and would not start regretting it now. Besides, she couldn't care less what they thought about her decision. They had been her relatives but had never for once shown their faces at her house when her mother was alive. Her mother had once told her when she had asked why no one came visiting that her family deserted her because she got married to someone they didn't approve of.

She would not have such kind of people acting like they truly cared about her when they had been totally absent from her life especially Aunt Annie who was her mom's supposed sister.  

Cassandra got out of the car immediately they arrived at the house and she dashed into her room, paying no attention to her cousins who were playing a video game in the living room. 

She locked the door and fell to the bed, her head racing with so many thoughts. 

Why was she alive when she had been pronounced dead? Why had she survived the fall? Judging from what the doctor had said, it was a miracle for anyone to survive such a fall, so why had she? 

Was something wrong with her?

Before this time, she kept getting this weird feeling that something was growing inside of her and while falling off the building, she had felt some movement inside of her and it had been quite painful.  

It was all too strange and Cassandra was confused. She wondered if the doctor's test would hold an answer to all her numerous questions or if she could just get the answer she needed right that moment.

Staring at the pocket knife she had forgotten to return to the kitchen some days ago before her fall, Cassandra reached out to pick it up. 

She assessed the object in her hand intently, wondering if she would lose her life if she did this instead. She could actually get a chance to be with her mother.

Cassandra brought the knife to her wrist, just the same spot as where she had been bitten. She scrunched her face up in disgust as she examined the scar that had disfigured her skin. She could still remember how her mother had once praised her for her milky skin but now some creature had ruined her arm. 

Shivering at the cold contact of the steel on her skin, she shut her eyes tightly, taking deep breaths as she willed herself to do it. There were so many things to gain and she could finally be with her mother.

With a deep sigh, she moved the knife, wincing at the pain she felt as blood spilled out of the small cut but she didn't stop, instead, she cut deeper, biting her lips to prevent herself from screaming. 

But it was futile because the pain was excruciating and in no time, her screams filled the room. 

Blood gushed out of her already slitted wrist and Cassandra's eyes widened in pain as she thrashed on the bed. She could hear sounds of footsteps rushing up the stairs and in no time, she could hear knocks on her door as they struggled to open the door.  

"Cass baby, what's wrong? What's going on?" She heard her aunt ask but she was in so much pain to respond. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Cass, can you hear us?" Her uncle asked.

Tears were running down Cassandra's face as she screamed in pain, and just when she thought the pain would kill her, she suddenly began to feel relief.

She stared at her wrist in shock, watching as the slitted skin pulled tighter and in no time, her hand was back to normal with no sign of the cut. The scar from the bite was still intact but her wrist was perfectly fine and she could feel no more pain. The only evidence that she had cut her wrist were the drops of blood that had fallen on her bedsheet.

It hadn't worked!

Cassandra let out a frustrated shriek as she fell to the bed, burying her face into the pillow. The pain had been excruciating but she had hoped she would die this time but she didn't.