Begging for rejection

Chapter 10 - Why?

Alexandria POV

It’s been four days since I arrived to this prison… I mean the hospital room. I’m bored as hell.

The doctors are checking me now; Dean, Dylan and Sophia are here too.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Dean asks.

“She is healing surprisingly well, I assumed she would need more time, she can be discharged today but to be safe let’s make it tomorrow” the doctor says.

I couldn’t stop myself before I grabbed the doctor from his collar pulling him towards me, our noses practically brushing, and yell in his face “I’M GETTING OUT TODAY”.

The poor guy looks like he is about to piss himself.

“Alexandria let go of the nice doctor” I feel Dean’s hand on mine trying to pry the doctor out of my hold

“We will get you out, just let the poor man live” Dean continue talking to me calmly as if I’m a mental patient, I guess at this moment I am,

I slowly let go of the doctor and he scatters away toward Dylan and Sophia who are trying so hard to hold their laughter in.

“I think she is strong enough to leave now, don’t you think doctor Martin?” Dylan says trying to maintain a serious face.

“Yes, please… I mean yes gamma, she is fine to go” the doctor says and runs out of the room.

What? I said I have anger issues.

-

“Ah it smells like Freedom” I say sniffing the air as soon as we step out of the hospital doors.

“Dramatic much?” Sophia says chuckling.

“Try being held against your will for 4 days” I retorted

“Yes, definitely dramatic much” Dean chipping in as we start walking

“You were in the hospital recovering from a serious injury” Dylan says.

“Okay that’s true but didn’t he forbid me to leave, which reminds me, where are we going? To the dungeons? Is he going to have me tied up in chains now?” I say sarcastically,

“Only if you wanna get kinky “Sophia says smirking and I roll my eyes at her.

She continue “but I have to warn you werewolves size is generous, can you handle an alpha’s d**k?” she finishes wiggling her eyebrows.

Okay I’ll play along, I stop and turn to face her and say “oh believe me I can handle his d**k”

“Is that so? Maybe we should put that to the test” Derek voices comes from behind me.

FOR f**k’S SAKE, NOT AGAIN.

why does that always happens with him.

I glare at the three assholes in front of me who didn’t warn me that he is there.

I turn around look him in the eyes and say with all the confidence I can gather “Don’t worry it’s been tested” then I give him half a smirk.

His expression turns to anger, As I push past him, I hear a growl but I ignore it and continue my way which is the wrong way apparently because the next thing Derek takes my hand and start almost dragging me the other way toward the tree line

“You are going in the wrong direction, this is a short cut” he says through gritted teeth, I try to pull my hands but his grip gets tighter.

I look behind me for any help and see the three assholes just standing there trying and failing to hide their laughter then turn and go to toward the car … traitors!

It’s been couple of minutes now and my wound starts to hurt and he is not slowing down or loosening his grip on my hand, I wait for the right moment and pull my hand away with all the strength that I have.

I actually stumble back but before I fall he catches me by the waist and pushes me to his chest... heaven…it feels like heaven, how can a chest that hard be that peaceful?

“Why?” Derek asks just above a whisper.

“Why what?” I ask confused,

“Why can’t you stand my touch? Do I repulse you that much?” he says with a broken voice and my heart breaks.

“No, it’s the opposite but” I say as I push him away

“But you have a husband” he finishes my sentence.

I stay quiet, the next thing I knew Derek pushes me to the tree behind me, I grab his shirt on his chest for support from the sudden movement.

we are so close that his breath is fanning my face.

“What are you-” I start asking but he cuts me off

“you might think you belong to another” he says with a low and husky voice then his lips brush my ears as he says “But you’ll always be mine” he then places a kiss where my neck meets my shoulders and I almost melt.

He pushes himself off me and starts to walk away; I try to gather my thoughts as I follow him to wherever he may lead me.

-

The sun is almost down now and the sky is a beautiful shade of pink and orange.

We approach the end of the woods and I can see a big building, it looks relatively new but with a classic design, its five stories high, white with grey trims and roof.

It’s huge with a lot of windows with a wrap-around porch and a beautiful front yard with a lot of colorful flowers, I don’t know the names of each type of flower, it was never my thing but it looks gorgeous.

He stops me just short from the tree line, looks at me and says “I didn’t tell the pack who you are, we still don’t know why the rogues attacked you and it might be because you are my mate, and I don’t fully trust every single one here so it’s safer if we keep your identity a secret for now”

I nod, that makes sense, I don’t understand too why rogues would attack me.

He takes a deep breath and turns his face away “plus if we go through with what you want…they wouldn’t need to know any way” he said with a calm voice but I can hear the hurt behind it.

Oh, how many times did I hurt him in these past few days, maybe I should tell him everything, it’ll make it easier for him… or it will backfire again and he will be more possessive?

I don’t know anymore I just need to make him feel better.

He starts walking again and I’m the one who grabs his hand this time, I instantly feel safe, protected and wanted, and I never want to let go.