Chapter 4

• Megan's POV
• I discovered you two nights ago close to the pack boundary. You were about to be attacked by a rogue when I stepped in. I-erm-uhh placed that shirt on you and hauled you back here since you looked quite battered. He was somewhat flushed. Without saying anything further, I nodded. Back to stillness, we went.
• A senior guy entered just then. He was dressed in scrubs and a white lab coat. I saw some blood splatters, my eyes started to widen, and I took a little step back.
• It's "Beta Jackson." The guy made a respectful nod toward Jackson.
• "Good day, Sweetheart. Dr. Brown here. I was the one who got you all patched up. I didn't respond to him. I need to examine your wounds to see if they are healing appropriately. Is that alright? I was on the fence but decided. But I wasn't comfortable with it. He took off the gauze covering my leg and twisted it back and forth to see the sutures. Jackson then turned aside to preserve my privacy as he advanced to my torso, which I observed. Following suit, the doctor wrote down some details on a clipboard. He gave me two orange pill capsules that he had taken out of his pocket. "You are good to go, but I need you to take that pill once a day," he said, pointing to one of the containers, "to make sure you don't get an infection, and that one," he said, pointing to the other, "when you feel any pain." I blinked. He gave Jackson a respectful head nod while grinning at me and then walked out of the room.
• Would you want to freshen up and take a shower?" I bowed once again. I was covered in blood and filth, some of it not even mine.
• "All right, I'll call Blaire to come in so she can show you to your room and give you some clothes."
• I was startled when I saw that his eyes lacked some focus. The girl came back a short while later with a wheelchair and a pile of clothing. Blaire here. She remarked in a positive tone. "Is Megan your real name?" I blinked. She helped me onto the chair and then pushed me to an open door.
• A gorgeous room with a queen bed and a great view of a pine forest was located inside. She rolled me over to a door and led me inside to the restroom.
• Blaire helped me operate the bath since I didn't know how to. She left the room after giving me some body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and new towels.
• As I sat in the warm tub, I saw the clear water begin to become pink from the dried blood of those I had slain.
• I traversed the new landscape as I ran. My mouth is still tasting the luscious deer's blood that I gorged on. I leaped over the fallen cedar tree and began to walk down the little creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence.
• Jackson gave me complete freedom. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of recuperation, I spent my time investigating the vicinity of the pack and making an effort to avoid everyone.
• Avoiding everyone, however, was exceedingly difficult. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack seemed to like hanging together and conversing. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. It seemed as if everyone was looking at me because I stood out. I had no place here.
• I ran over to the tree and placed my clothing there as soon as I saw the full home. Well, Blaire owned those clothing, not mine. The soreness in my bones was unpleasant but manageable, so I moved back. I quickly put on the Jean shorts and shirt, and then I made my way back to the vast estate.
• The aroma of the wonderful meal being prepared hit me as soon as I entered the front door. Instead of eating their food, I searched for myself. I've come this far on my own, and I don't depend on anybody at all. I was doing quite fine by myself.
• As I passed the kitchen, the aromas became more potent and nearly made me drool. Only until my father opted to forgo drugs and alcohol in favor of little to no shopping could I enjoy a home-cooked supper. If she didn't like what I made for the two of us, I was in serious trouble for a few hours. As I feared and felt entrapped, I saw that I was beginning to hyperventilate. I was going to sprint for the stairs and my room for protection.
• I could slink away behind a closed door there and attempt to block out my recollections. My train of thinking was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass striking the ground. I swiftly turned around so that I was now facing the kitchen's entrance. (The kitchen is up top)
• "Eek!" Squealing came from a high, shilled voice. She turned around with my back to her and faced me. She was doing a theatrical nose-pinching motion with her thumb and pointer finger. I wanted to laugh because of how juvenile she was behaving. Who lets a rogue inside? In disgust, she twisted her face upward. Her bright blonde hair and heavy eyelashes emphasized her blue eyes. She seemed to be using cosmetics to highlight her facial characteristics. Although a little exposing, her attire conveyed how secure she felt in herself.
• She twisted her face even more as she eyed me up and down and made foundation crease lines. I cast a sidelong look at her and pressed my body up against the arched opening. I don't have a lot of fear of women. I'm still on high alert and don't trust them, but I'm just afraid of men.
• She shouted once again as she let go of her hand from her nose. I almost considered covering my ears. Oh, I can't wait for Alpha to come back tomorrow; as soon as he comes into this area, I'll have him murder you, she added. My cheeks began to swell with perplexity as I hid my terror. They are behaving well toward me as a result of Alpha's departure."Oh Sweety," she said as her voice rose an octave, piercing my delicate ears as she attempted to make her voice seem sickeningly sweet. "He is just out there because he is seeking his mate, nothing else. He can't locate her, and as soon as he awakens and discovers that he can't, he will race to me, knowing that I am the ideal partner for him.
• Ah, I see, a bitch using the status of Alpha to get riches and power. She scowled at me as she stumbled uncomfortably in my direction in her bright pink stilettos. I was still taller than her even when she was wearing four-inch heels. She had to push her head up toward me to get in my face. She was attempting to scare me, and I could feel my face aching to sneer. And I won't let some slobbering mongrel stand in my way! Understand?"
• I turned away from her and appeared to yawn before making my way up the stairs. She walked away while stamping her foot and yelling for someone to pick up her shattered glass. I went up the stairs to my room and locked it.
• Fearing that the Alpha might return home, I felt hot tears of panic start to stream down my cheeks.
• Even though it was still very dark outside, you could almost clearly sense the tension. Nearly everyone was already up and occupied with a work or chore of some kind. The first stages of the enormous supper for tonight, which wouldn't be served for at least another twelve hours or more, were already in the process of preparation.
• The females were chatting as they prepared the dishes, wondering whether the alpha would enjoy them. The maids, or omegas as they are often known, could be heard cleaning each room to make it more appealing. The guys were outside practicing, competing to prove who was the finest warrior to impress their boss and chief instructor. Their growls and snarls reverberated through the crisp morning air, breaking the same quiet I heard every other morning.
• I was still sequestered in my room, shaking. I was curled up in the corner of the tool. My head was wedged between my legs. The memory of my nightmare is still quite recent. Even though my father wasn't even there, I felt as if I could nearly feel the insults. It's clearly in my memory. At that point, the abuse began to worsen.