Omega Second Chance

Chapter Three

Dustys POV

I gently placed her in my car. Speeding down this long dark road, I could see the headlights from the other cars dazzle of my windshield. She moved slightly, but her body was stiff. I could see her eyes looking at me, trying to focus. Her consciousness fell in and out.

I could smell her faint perfume mixed with the scent of my leather seats. It smelled like the mist of a Sunday church.

Again, she tried to move, but the pain was making movement uncomfortable. Her breathing was erratic, and she mumbled sounds of pain.

I kept calling her name. I was trying to get her to stay with me and not fade into a dark state. My voice was heavy with concern .

She tried to talk. Her voice was shallow and faint. I could hear her say she was dizzy and ask who I was. As I tried to answer her, I could see her black out, and her body became limp.

------Rosa's unconscious thought.--------

Mother, am I dead? Is the burden of life gone. Are you well? No more bills to pay to keep you alive. No more being tired and weak. No more running from who I was and who I have become. Mother, please come get me. These my thoughts as the darkness took over.

‐-----------------Dusty -‐------------------

I looked over to see she was sleeping. Her body slumped over, and the blood ran down her leg. My heart pounded as I drove through the lights to finally reach the hospital. I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the Er asking for help. They placed her on a bed as I stood by the door watching. I could see the blood dripping on the hospital floor like cherry blossoms blooming.

Her pale legs were covered in blood, and her face ,arms, and shoulder showing through her torn uniform were covered in scraps and deep wounds.

I could see the staff working on her. Cleaning up the wounds and bandaging them. They worked on her leg the longest. I knew that being a wolf, she would heal quickly if she was healthy. But this small pale figure was far from being what she used to be. I watched her as she lay there sleeping.

At the nurses' station, I paid the bill and asked a few questions. Then I sat in the chair facing her room. My thoughts swirled around my mind as I sat there, laid my head back, and closed my eyes.

I awoke and walked to the glass in front of her room. I lit a cigarette but let it burn between my fingers as I stood there watching her. Her thin body was covered, and her pale face and faded lipstick didn't resemble the woman I once knew. Her pouty lips that once shined with her bright red lipstick now looked withered and faded.

I stood outside the room, watching the nurses flow in and out. Every so often, they would look up at me. I could see my silhouette on the hospital floor. It looked tall and silent. I placed my suit coat over my arm as I stood quietly.

Without even noticing her, a nurse quietly walked up and started to speak.

"Your girlfriend is going to be fine. By tomorrow morning, she will awake. Most of the wounds are surface wounds and will heal fine. The one on her leg is deep and will need extra care. She needs to be taken care of and rest. Next week, she can come back for her recheck. Make sure no infection starts to build in the wound."

I just stood there. Stunned. How could they think she was my girlfriend? Looking at the nurse, I didn't answer. I just cleared my throat.

I could hear the nurses talking. They thought I was being cold. That I didn't care or was upset with her. They talked like I couldn't hear them. "He's handsome, and she's beautiful. They make a fabulous couple. But why is he standing outside her room? " I stood there pretending like I didn't hear them.

I returned back to my chair. Closed my eyes and tried to put their voices out of my head. Soon, I could her someone calling me. I opened my eyes to see a nurse standing in front of me.

"Why are you waiting out her. Come in and give your girlfriend a rub down. She deserves it. "

I bit my lip, trying not to talk back. I didn't want to cause a scene. Walking into the room, I didn't speak. The nurse looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Did you two have a fight. It's not unusual for couples to fight once in a while. But she is hurt and needs you right now. Can you forgive her and take care of her? " She looked up at me as she pressed the cotton ball on Rosa's hand.

I stood there expressionless. My emotion is cold. My eyes are black.I could see my reflection in the mirror. It was the reflection of a man being torn apart.

"Your girlfriend is injured and will need care. Get her some good food when she wakes up. She will need to rest at home this week. Can you take care of her at this vulnerable stage." She asked. I didn't answer.

After she left, I touched Rosa's hand and held her thin fingers. This hand once had manicure nails and was soft and gentle. This hand that once never knew work now had pale pink nails and calluses. This once daughter of our alpha is now a working omega.These last five years have taken a toll on her. She has fallen from grace.

I stood there thinking back at the hurt she expressed from her friend. They mocked her because she had worn the bracelet I gave her. The one I worked all month to buy. The one that wasn't as expensive as what her father would buy her. How I thought she cared and what I gave her really meant something. How the pain cut deep when I found out I was just a bet. Oh, but then how they teased her about me and how she lost the bet because she did care and wore that bracelet. The bracelet from the poor betas son.How now those same friends stand by me and mock her. How could this be?

I recall the day it all went down . The day the roughes attacked. How my mother cried until she couldn't see from the swelling of her eyes.How she screamed as she held her loved one in her arms. I couldn't kill the thought of her that day. Yes, she rejected me, but I can still see her standing by her father. Tears flowed as she screamed he was dead. How her pain was as hard as mine. How we both lost loved ones that day. How I still cared for her.

I sat down and placed my elbows on my knees. This strong man determined to become someone who was now bent sitting in this chair, gathering strength to continue. Where was my strength? Where was my cold temper and rude conscience ? How could I bring her here like I cared? This wasn't me. This wasn't the person who said revenge was a purpose in life. Where was he at this moment? I wasn't sure.

I was to become the alpha of our pack tonight. Everything I worked for was to become reality tonight. Instead, I sit here in this hospital with the daughter of our packs traitor and my rejected mate. This made my emotion welph up to the extreme. My coldness was buried. Why?

I sat there watching her. This thin figure who once was beautiful. I ran my fingertips across her hand and down her thin fingers. I gently stroked her hair, and then I ran my fingertips down her pale check.

Rosa , long time no see. Nice to meet you again. I sat in silence.