Alpha Farrell's POVI growled as my hackles rose, my eyes burned as I kept Casey under my gaze. How could she? "How could you?!" I yelled, feeling anger enveloping me. Casey shivered in fright on the floor and I felt the urge to punish her. "Alpha Farrell?" The guard at the door pleaded, glancing between I and Casey. I kept my gaze on Casey, ignoring the man trying to calm me down. "I swear on the moon I will kill you with my own hands if you do not explain. Casey?!" My voice charged with warning and she raised her head. Her face was covered in tears. The veins on her neck pulsed as I'd she was trying to speak. "Damn it! Sign for goddess' sake!" I sprung to my feet, the pain in my leg instantly becoming numb. I just needed to know she didn't give her the blanket. I needed to know she didn't tell her to take her life. All she had to do was sign but that was the one thing she wasn't doing. "Casey?!" I could feel the beast in me clouding my senses but if she wasn't going to deny it
Star's POVSpending twenty four hours locked in a hospital room has a negative way of affecting the mind. My tired gaze roamed across the stark white room I was forced to stay in. I felt tired. Too tired to try and remove the tubes connected to my hands. Too tired to cry. Too tired to think properly. I had woken up alone and I couldn't deny the fact that being alone didn't feel good. This was my reality though. I knew I would always be alone. Mated or not, I knew no one could stay with me long enough but was this really a bad thing? No it wasn't. I would rather live my reality than have that Lycan alpha pretending to care about anyone other than himself. My eyes widened when I caught sight of a shiny silver on the floor. I leaned over my bed to catch a better glimpse of what it was, ignoring the sting from the needles in my arm. A knife... a pocket knife! Quickly without thinking too much about it I reached under the bed where the knife was resting and picked it up. I winced when
Archer's POVThe royal suit was quiet as I walked in. I had stayed out for hours, allowing the rain wash of sustained blood from the fight I had with the rogues. I flexed my shoulders in an attempt to get them functioning like normal but they still felt a bit stiff. It was a side effect I had to bare whenever I stayed in my wolf form for too long. The guards outside bowed in respect as I made my way into the building. That was a good sign... at least they weren't throwing me into a cell at Farrell's orders. It had been years since we fought like that and then our father was still alive. It felt so different now to carry so much resentment after so many hours. Normally father would scold Farrell for his carelessness and send him after me to apologize. This time things had gone differently. I was just angry but I also was hurt and I hadn't expected Farrell to ignore that fact. He didn't even send for me. I frowned in confusion when the silence within the building seemed too much fo
Alpha Farrell's POVThe moment Archer leaves the hospital room, I take my eyes away from Star. She won't even look at me and it was beginning to piss me off. I took the chair close to the bed and frowned when she shifted in disgust. Was she that irritated by me that she was willing to fall off the bed all because I was a few feet away from her? My gaze fell on the door as someone gently pushed it open. "Alpha Farrell." The pack doctor greeted with a bow. The nurses behind him bowed also but I didn't miss the resistance in a few of them. "These are my interns and I felt I will use Star as an example and help them understand how to treat a patient. The other wards are filled with some but if this is too much then..." I rose from my seat, the noise from the movement distracting his words. "There's no problem. Do with her as you please but no harm must come her way." I ordered before starting for the door. The three interns in the room shifted away like I was a ticking bomb. I slamm
Alpha Farrell's POVAfter finding it impossible to sleep I walk out of my room and into the bright hallway. The wound in my leg has completely healed now and it is easier for me to walk. I decided to walk around the house. I might as well keep watch since it was so hard to find sleep. A part of me knew the reason why I wasn't able to sleep but I wasn't willing to admit it. I shouldn't in any way be troubled about her well being. She deserved to suffer for refusing me outrightly and I wasn't going to let her go scott free. Not this time. The sound of barely hushed laughter filled my ears just before I turned the corner. I quickly recognized the manly voices as those of some Gammas on night duty. I was about to walk past them and remind them of their duty because it didn't sound like they were doing a good job watching the pack house but then I heard my name. "Al... alpha Farrell is a fucking weakling." It was a slap to my face. I hid further within the shadows as I waited to hear
Alpha Farrell I was clearly still irritated by Star's rejection. I am the Alpha and no one was supposed to have the boldness to face me, talk more of rejecting me. I blamed myself for trying to show even a shred of niceness to her. I should have killed her from the start or snapped her throat then in the cell, making it easier for her. I knew I had to get her out of my system and out of my mind. Something about the way she pushed me away seemed to pull me closer. It was probably my curiosity getting the best of me. Working out had always helped clear my head. It definitely helped me get through the time I lost Amy and was what I needed now. I pulled off my shirt and dropped to the floor with my palms propping my chest up. My muscles tensed up as I did too many push-ups. I kept losing count and seemed to go on for minutes effortlessly pushing myself up and down. It would definitely be more exciting if I had Star tied to my back as I worked out. Her wiggling to get off would add t
Star's POVI sat with tears running down my face as the event from three days ago played over and over again in my aching head. The hospital room was quiet as I sat alone within it. The look of hurt and sadness overwhelmed my features. I slowly pressed the fruit a nurse had given me earlier that day into my mouth. The orange slipped onto my taste buds and I instantly felt the urge to lap at the yellow goodness. I gave in to it, allowing my tongue to press against the orange. I moaned internally when the sweetness attacked my buds leaving me thirsty for more. As I lapped at it one more time an image flashed through my mind. I groaned at the sight of Alpha Farrell slowly licking my bruised neck. His almost rough tongue although just a memory, felt like it was invisibly taking advantage of me. I felt my eyes water as I threw the orange away. A gaging sound escaped my dry throat and I badly want to get up and run away from here, from blood moon pack altogether. Goddess I hated it her
I squinted at the blinding sun peeking through the curtains as I slowly rose from the bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I stood. I turned around and grimaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. With my hair hanging off my head and my red eyes looking empty, I looked sick. It wasn’t anything new. I never looked good after waking and appearance was the least thing I was bothered with. I had better things to occupy my mind with instead of pondering on my looks. If anyone cared to ask, I would say I looked just like my nightmares. No one who is forced to replay the worst event of his life could ever look good after waking. Rubbing my neck, I tried to free my troubled mind of Amy’s dying image. Groaning out loud when the images still persisted, I took off my clothes. Flinging them to the floor, I reached into my closet for a different outfit. My hand found my forehead when my thoughts drove straight to her. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help but remember Star