Carmiltha’s Curse - Mated to the Cruel Alpha

Chapter Five

Carmiltha's POV

The pain was a relentless monster, its fiery grip clawing at my very soul as Dr. Mitchell attempted the excruciating process of resetting my fractured ribs. With each agonizing moment, I couldn't suppress the guttural scream that erupted from deep within me. It reverberated through the sterile room, a cry of torment that echoed my anguish.

"Arghhhhhh!" The sound, raw and primal, tore from my lips, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the torment I was causing those who were trying to help me.

Dr. Reynolds, her demeanor a mix of sympathy and apprehension, looked into my eyes with concern. Her voice trembled as she implored me, "Luna, I understand the pain you're enduring, but please, try to lower your voice. The Alpha might burst into this room at any moment, and he'd undoubtedly be furious at us for causing you harm, even though our intentions are to heal you."

Dr. Mitchell, his own anxiety palpable, nodded in agreement. "I have a mate and a daughter who rely on me at home. I need to stay alive for them," he muttered, a glimpse of fear in his eyes as he continued his work.

Gasping for breath after Dr. Mitchell's painstaking adjustment of my ribs, I couldn't help but feel trapped in a never-ending nightmare. Desperation clouded my thoughts as I tried to come up with a solution to end this relentless agony.

"Well, can't you guys just... can't you guys just use wolfsbane to render me unconscious and then proceed to break and reset all the necessary bones? My wolf can heal me once I regain consciousness," I suggested, my voice trembling with a desperate plea for respite.

Dr. Reynolds shook her head with a weary sigh. "That approach is practically futile. Wolfsbane would weaken your wolf, rendering it incapable of aiding in your recovery. Besides, I'm not certain how much trauma your body can endure."

My persistence wavered, but the torment continued. Dr. Mitchell's work was meticulous but unrelenting. My pain was far from over.

As the doctors continued their work, I couldn't help but notice the low, ominous growls that reverberated through the walls of the chamber. It was Alpha Maddox, his frustration and helplessness manifesting in the form of his wolf's primal roars.

"Why is the Alpha growling?" I asked, confusion clouding my pain-filled mind.

Dr. Reynolds paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "You are his mate, and you are in a lot of pain," she explained gently as if trying to reassure a child.

I shook my head, my own growls of pain escaping between clenched teeth. "Well, he isn't the one getting his bones broken.

"

I couldn't believe the words that had just escaped Dr. Reynold's lips. She claimed that mates could feel each other's pain, and I found myself shaking my head in disbelief. The notion seemed absurd to me. After all, I had endured countless beatings and maltreatment in the Moon Stream Pack, and I hadn't seen Harold flinch or shed a tear when I was subjected to relentless blows and humiliation. In fact, he had been the one dishing out punches and making a mockery of me once he recognized me as his mate. Dr. Reynold's words felt like a cruel joke like she was living in a dream world rather than facing the harsh reality of our lives.

I let out a bitter laugh, unable to contain my frustration. Dr. Reynold regarded me with a puzzled expression, her eyes filled with concern. "I'm so sure mates don't feel each other's pain!" I snapped angrily, my voice laced with skepticism.

"Maybe your Alpha is just delusional because we kissed this morning before he went out," I muttered dismissively, my attempt at discrediting the idea of mates sharing pain.

Dr. Reynold's voice was gentle as she countered my argument. "It's because he loves you," she whispered, her tone carrying an undeniable conviction.

"Nobody loves me," I murmured bitterly, my gaze fixed on a point in the room, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew she was only trying to offer me hope, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was wrong. Love had always been an elusive concept in my life, and I had grown accustomed to the harsh reality that nobody cared for me.

"Nobody loves me!" I snapped again, my frustration mounting as I struck Dr. Reynold's hand away when she attempted to soothe me.

Dr. Reynolds offered a compassionate smile, her hand moving to gently stroke my

forehead, an attempt to provide solace amid the torment. "Mates share a profound

connection, Carmiltha. They can feel each other's pain," she whispered

"For the record, I'm not a pet, so stop petting my head," I scolded her, my words laced with irritation.

Dr. Mitchell, seemingly unaffected by the tension in the room, announced his intent to proceed with restructuring my collarbone. He moved swiftly, not wanting me to dwell on the impending pain. It was as if he understood that keeping my mind occupied was crucial to the process.

His words were a mere whisper, a prelude to the storm of agony that was about to be unleashed. "Please prepare your mind," he muttered, his voice a soft but resolute promise of pain, "I'm going to be restructuring your collarbone."

In the next moment, the world tilted on its axis. Dr. Mitchell's movements were swift and deliberate, a blur of motion that I could hardly follow. He worked with the precision of a seasoned healer, his gloved hands deftly manipulating the shattered bone fragments, aligning them in their rightful places.

As he applied pressure to my collarbone, the pain erupted like a searing inferno. It felt as though hot lava had been poured onto my neck, scorching my flesh and sending shockwaves of torment through my entire body. My scream, born of sheer agony, reverberated through the room, filling the sterile air with my anguish.

I thrashed against the restraints, my body contorting in a desperate attempt to escape the torment. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mingling with the sheen of sweat that had formed on my brow. The world around me blurred, the pain consuming my senses until it was the only reality that existed.

But amidst the unbearable pain, there was something else—a distant, guttural growl that seemed to vibrate within the very core of my being. It was Alpha Maddox, his presence a relentless force in my mind. I could sense his frustration and helplessness, his own agony mirrored in my screams. It was as though our souls were entwined, sharing in this unbearable torment.