It hurts

Chapter 7

Celine Coleman

It was my first time seeing a werewolf enraged, and for a moment, I felt my soul leave my body back there. It felt like he was going to kill me. I never called him pathetic, did I? I mean, when did I do that?

The incident kept replaying in my head even after I returned to my room.

The knock on my door pulled me back to reality, and my heart skipped. I was scared of going to check who was there. I felt scared to face him again. You would feel the same way if you were in my shoes, yeah?

Mustering the remaining courage left in me, I went for the door, but I was rather shocked to find Alpha Kayla standing there. He seemed to have just returned from the office.

"Welcome, Alpha," I greeted him politely, and he nodded his head.

"Come to the dining room for dinner," Those were the only words he said to me before he left, and I nodded as if he was still here with me. I left for the dining room almost immediately.

My heart skipped when I got there and found Bryant with him. I should've told him that I wasn't hungry.

I felt Bryant's gaze on me as I sat with them minutes later, and it made me pretty uncomfortable.

"Bryant, why are you staring at Celine like that?" I raised my gaze and found Alpha Kayla looking at him questioningly.

"She is pretty," I almost choked on my food when I heard him say that, and I snapped my head to find him staring at me with that usual creepy smile on his face.

"Stop looking at her like that. You are going to scare her," Alpha Kayla said, and he turned his gaze away with sparing another second. The way he was acting was so unusual and suspicious, no matter how much I tried to ignore the thoughts and doubts in my mind. At times he acts like someone that is mentally deranged, and sometimes he makes me question myself. There was definitely something fishy about him. I have confirmed that from what happened earlier. It's either his health is chronic, or... I didn't know what to think, but I just know that there was something wrong.

"Are you coping with Bryant?" Alpha Kayla asked out of the blue moon.

"Pardon?" I raised my eyebrows because I barely heard what he said since I was busy gathering my thoughts together.

"Are you coping with him?" Alpha Kayla asked, and I nodded my head.

"That's great," He said flatly. In the few hours I've spent here, I've come to know that this man speaks fewer words. I could count how many words he has said ever since I moved in. I wasn't surprised, anyway. I guess it's something common with Alphas. They rarely talk.

"I'm scared," Bryant suddenly whimpered, and I turned my gaze to see the frightened look on his face. What the heck is this now?

"Are you ok, Bryant? Is something wrong?" I watched as Alpha Kayla held him with a worried expression on his face.

"I don't want to sleep alone," he looked so frightened that I had to ask myself if there was an invisible ghost or demon haunting him.

"Why? Did something happen?" Alpha Kayla asked him, but he only stared blankly into space. This family is weird. What am I doing here?

"Celine... Can you sleep in Bryant's room tonight?" I snapped my head to look at Alpha Kayla, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Huh?" I raised my eyebrows.

"He is scared and can't sleep alone. You should sleep in his room tonight," He stated as if it was not a big deal.

"But..."

"It's not a request. It's an order," he cuts me off, and I scoffed silently. Does he own my life now?

"Hmm," I slowly nodded my head since there was nothing I could say or do about it. He was the one that brought me here in the first place, anyway.

We were done having dinner together, and he took Bryant to his room after the maid already tidied his room.

"Uhm... I will go shower and join him," I said to him before I went into my room. I wasn't fine with passing the night with him. What if he lost his mind at night and do something bad to me? I asked myself, knowing that there could be a high chance of that.

"Not that you have any option, anyway," I breathed out, then went to the bathroom to shower. Since I would be sleeping in his room, I made sure I protected myself enough. I wore a jean long trousers, a bra, and a clingy top before I wore a hooded baggy shirt on it. I looked crazy and ridiculous, but I couldn't still take chances.

I left for his room. The water was running in the bathroom when I got to his room, which only meant that he was in the bathroom. His wheelchair was in the room, so I guess he must've crawled in there or something.

I lay down on the sofa in his room, covering myself with a duvet. I closed my eyes even though I wasn't feeling sleepy.

I heard the door open, and my heart skipped. I held the duvet tightly, my heart pounding against my chest. Many thoughts ran through my mind. The imagination of him ripping me off my dress and forcing himself on me was something I shouldn't have thought of, but I couldn't stop imagining it.

Two minutes passed and when I didn't hear anything, I slowly removed the duvet from my face and opened my eyes. He wasn't in the room yet.

"Huh? Where is he..." My voice trailed off and my mouth dropped open when I stood up and found him struggling to come out of the bathroom, while crawling on the ground like a six-month-old baby learning to crawl. My heart sank into my stomach.

He noticed that I was standing, so he stopped and turned his face away. Even though he was fast enough to turn his gaze, I could swear that his eyes flickered with pain. Seeing him like this made my heart wrench painfully, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. Nobody deserves to go through this pain.

"Can you wait outside for me for a while? Uhm... I don't like being seen like this," He didn't sound like the dumb Bryant, but a man struggling to hide his pain even though it was obvious enough. Even with a glimpse of his eyes, I noticed how red they were, the pain in them. It hurts.

"Hmm," I nodded my head and dragged myself out of his room, closing the door behind me. I crashed against the wall, tears brimming in my eyes. It hurts so bad no matter how much I try to shove it away. The tears finally found their way down my cheeks. It was so painful that I couldn't just sob, but break down in tears, whimpering. I had no idea why it hurts as though this was happening to me or maybe to someone very close to me. Why the fuck was my heart so vulnerable toward him, I had no idea about it.

"Are you crying?" I slowly raised my gaze and found him in front of me in his wheelchair, his eyes piercing into mine questioningly. He was wearing a white robe now.

"Why are you crying?" He asked when I didn't reply to him, but I hugged him instead before I could hold myself back...