His Special Mate

Chapter 5

Adeline’s POV:

I smelled ammonia and heard a non-stopping beeping sound. It was really annoying. I tried to move, but my right arm was being weighed down by something. I opened my eyes, blinking to adjust to the brightness of the room.

I looked around to see bright, white walls. I was staring at the white walls. Am I dead? Is this the afterlife? I looked down and noticed I was under a blanket and in a hospital gown. The sheets were extremely itchy. I turned my head to see the reason my arm was being weighed down, only to see a man sleeping on it. I could not see his face. Who is he?

My head started to hurt, the brightness of the room being the main cause. My left arm was in a bandage wrap and I had a sling on to keep it in place.

I tried to pull my arm free from this strange man, only for him to pull it closer and tighter towards him. I huffed, highly annoyed that this weirdo would not free my hand. I was surprised he had not stirred or woken up yet.

The call button. Where’s the call button? I looked around, only to find it above my head completely out of my reach. Seriously!

I pulled at my hand again, trying to get my hand out of his grasp. My fingers were becoming tinglingly, meaning they were falling asleep. The man finally stirred. I pulled at my arm again, only for the man to sit up, startling me when I saw the stranger's face. It was Alpha Maverick. I froze for a minute, blinking at him, my brain not sure buzzing. I bowed my head in respect.

“Alpha,” I mumbled, softly.

“No need for all the bowing Addy,” Maverick told me with a smile, his voice sounded husky from sleep. He yawned and then his eyes glazed over.

I just stared at him, confused as to why he was sitting with me.

I cleared my throat, drawing his attention back from whoever he was mindlinking.

“What happened?” I asked. “Where are my parents and my brother?”

“Well, your brother was almost late for training and you were on your way to my parents' house, when you were attacked by Joseph Peter, Makalia Thorton, and Jaxon Blackwell,” he explained, pausing to read my reaction. I stared back at the Maverick for a whole minute, suddenly brief clips of what happened flashed into my mind like a short movie. I touched my head, noticing my head had a bandage around it.

“Where are those pricks?” I asked, my brows furrowing together in anger. Without thinking, I threw off the sheet lying on my legs, pulled out the IV from my arm and all the cords attached to me, and got up. I stood on my feet. I swayed a bit trying to steady myself. Maverick got up quickly, rushing over to the other side of the bed. Every machine started beeping, loudly. I took a step towards the door, only to stumble, almost fall to the ground, but Maverick caught me.

“You should not be out of bed yet,” he stated.

“I know that, but I am not going to stay in this bed any longer. Either help me or I will leave myself,” I told him, with a very serious look. Maverick looked at me, knowing I was going to leave, whether he attempted to help me or not.

The door opened, three nurses and Doctor Blackwell ran into the room, only to stop in their tracks when they saw the Alpha. Maverick pulled me behind me. I tried to look around him at the doctor and nurses who were frozen in the doorway with their heads bowed.

“Alpha,” they all mumbled.

“Leave!” Maverick’s voice changed into a deeper and huskier voice.

I heard footsteps retreating and the door closed.

Maverick turned around to look at me. His eyes were a mix of ocean blue and dark green. The color was mesmerizing for sure. I got lost in his eyes. I didn't even notice I had exposed skin on my backside.

“You look beautiful in anything, my delicate flower,” Maverick’s wolf said.

“Uh… thanks,” I stuttered, confused. “But I am not yours and I am not delicate. I can hold my own, thank you,” I stated, my voice laced with attitude.

“It’s just a nickname, sweetheart. Calm down!” Maverick’s wolf stated sadness in his tone.

“The only nickname I have is Addy. I realize our parents are liked, but you and I are not an item. I am definitely not someone who is loved or belongs in this pack as I am human, so please save me the heartache and just stay away from me,” I responded, annoyed and confused as to why he was acting as if he had the right to give me a nickname. I mean my parents get along great and his parents are my godparents, but I am an outcast. The one person who is different. I have no wolf, but I have the same abilities as a wolf. My wolf is dormant for life.

I backed up away from Maverick. His face turned from loving to anger in a flash of a couple of minutes. I should never have provoked a wolf, especially an Alpha. I need to get out of here. I am not dying from some crazy, angry Alpha wolf who thinks he has a claim on me. I need to get out of here. I need to find my parents or my brother. They can explain to me what's going on with the Alpha's strange behavior.

I slowly moved to the wall, gripping the wall for support, only to slide down the wall and hit the floor. Luckily, I landed on my buttocks. The tile floor was cold against my bare buttocks. Maverick seemed to be fighting to gain control of his wolf. I took that chance to slide my body to the door. I reached the door, my breathing was labored. Who knew using only one arm and both legs to get to the door was going to be a challenge? I reached up, grabbing the handle of the door above me and pulled it down and opened the door.

I pushed myself out the door, into the hallway. I stopped there. I could not go any further. My side was hurting when I tried to breathe. I rested my head against the door, my head was throbbing. I touched the back of my head with my free hand, only to feel my wound to feel wet. I brought my hand forward to look at it, my hand was tinted with blood, the wound had reopened.

I looked down the hallway, but no one was anywhere in sight. I’m gonna die from blood loss or pass out and no one will care. I stared at my bloody hand, my vision coming in and out of focus. The hallway was spinning and my head was hurting.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed in terror as I held my head with my bloody hand.

I heard running footsteps, but could not understand what was being said or see who it was. The pain in my head was pulsing ten folds now, making me pass out on the tile floor.