10. Cassidy

Mark had taken me with a sleeping Abigail towards Jessy’s car.

He had a casual Toyota, so we were comfy but not limo-classy.

“Ready?”

Asked a very attentive Jessy.

He was in a jacket with sweats on, which made his relaxed style look okay, but the buck tooth made me look away so I wouldn’t cringe.

It was like looking at a chipmunk.

He smiled a lot tonight while he was waiting on something.

I nodded in response, as my bad arm was on the door, and Abigail was resting on Mark's chest.

I looked at them both.

I felt horrible for what happened but was jealous of how Mark was with her.

I want someone like that, someone who doesn’t make me feel bad for simply wanting to live life or learn enough to make my own choices.

I always depend on Abigail for moral support, but I have heard Mark tell her every day how beautiful she is to him, and it breaks me in half.

No one has ever seen me that way.

I have never had a guy to be respectful to me in anything.

Growing up, I could only watch from afar how the Alpha would treat his mate.

I pray the moon goddess has got something better.

Why on earth would she allow Benjamin to be my mate?

When the dumb ass can’t even drive himself unless the car is stacked up with junk food and beer.

Feeling more relaxed, I started to think about some stuff when I finally decided to talk.

“I’m not going to miss doing stupid shit for Benjamin, like stocking his stupid car with condoms, for as long as I have to be under recovery, and not to mention he said he felt sorry about knocking Abby, but he never took Abby to the medic, I feel horrible, we should have had her seen the doctor.”

I saw how annoyed my last words made Mark and his following words proved it, “but the Alpha said there was no time, I’m simply glad Jessy heard me when I said to take the old hag for a spin.”

That was always Mark way of having another idea, while the car was still running out of the shadows came out a girl dressed in a nurses uniform.

It took me a while, but when I saw it was Abigail’s mom, I smiled at her.

She looked worried for us, and I couldn’t blame her.

We were all looking probably like beaten-up suckers, like a lousy band that had a horrible play going on.

Mark moved Abby towards her.

She looked at Abigail and then took a pressure from her oversized purse.

After some process, she let out a heavy breath.

“Oh, my baby girl is fine, but she is sound asleep. She might have suffered a small concussion, so please, Mark, take her to the infirmary the minute you arrive there. I’ll contact the King's Hospital doctor to have someone see my baby there and make a follow-up appointment for you, Cassy. Take better care of yourself and my girl, okay? I can’t do more than what I have done. What has the Alpha’s mood all tight up is affecting everything in the pack. Let’s make peace and work stuff under the table for now, and I mean that, Cassidy, don’t make me go mom on you too.”

I giggled at her direct warning, “nervous reflex,” she caressed both my cheeks, and Abby’s then walked back to slam the door of the car.

I was happy to know she cared so much she would put herself in so many hardships with us, from the Alphas bulshit.

We arrived at the Castle after hours.

The castle was huge, and werewolves with wolves were all over the area.

I think they were all protecting the King and Queen from any danger.

It was dark out, but the place was lit.

Getting out of the car, Abby hadn’t woken up, and Mark was now fearful that Abby was in a coma.

I was scared when I was being helped out.

I walked to be next to Mark and Abby in his arms.

As Jessy got out of the car, Alpha Bradly walked towards us but got stopped by a small group of warriors.

One of the warriors looked back and asked, “You two are injured. Why?”

I bit my lower lip.

I wanted to tell the truth, but I had no evidence.

I mean, I had hit a button on my cell, and I know I had a video, but my cell died on our way over.

I’d have to charge it inside the castle, or the Alpha would finish this job and kill me.

I was a rogue omega. Who the hell would care for a low life like me?

Knowing my choices, I wanted to walk away, but Mark answered, “Accidents in the pack had these two omegas end up in this state, but the Alpha didn’t want his son’s chosen mate to stay behind, and a Luna for an omega. The omega in my chest is simply sleeping. Can I place them both in a room to rest?”

The warrior nodded at Mark, then pointed.

“See the entrance go straight, then on the fifth door, enter; it’s a small nurses station. Make sure these two are well. They will meet with her when settled in,” he said point-blank.

We didn’t argue with these warriors.

They weren’t some to be messing with with their above six feet and wide body shape.

We walked precisely towards where they said was the nurses' station, which connects to the big emergency room where there were different wolves, werewolves, and humans all together getting things all ready to be working on their patience.

There were small rooms with people in them.

An older woman was walking towards us when she stopped not far from us.

With a grandmotherly smile, she asked us, “Welcome, how may I assist you, children?”

It felt right being here with her.

Behind her was the same wolf that head bumped me in the room back at the freaking pack, “it’s that wolf, the head bump. I’m calling you that way till I can know your name.”

The elder saw who I was talking about as soon as she turned because the wolf started to shake his behind while wiggling his tail like he had won something.

Soft music was in the emergency room, but not enough to make it a disco.

This wolf was wiggling like he was dancing to some primary beat.

He started taping his front feet, too, till the elderly woman walked to the wolf with her folder and smacked the head of the wolf.

“Cosmo, don’t you have to be somewhere, you goofball?”

His ears went from low in the dumps from her hit to straight up after she told him what to do and out the door.

He went running only to hit the glass door hard.

It shook the door, and he flopped to the floor.

People were laughing at how funny the wolf was behaving.

It was comical how the wolf tried but miserably to do a simple job.

He is a stinker, but he is such a free-spirited wolf.

It must be nice to be accessible to be himself.

The elderly woman returned to us, rubbing her temples as she spoke, clearly tired of how that wolf was with her.

“That would be Cosmo. He is a bit of an odd wolf, but he is a good boy, just like his sister, now child. What can I do for you?”

She directed herself to Mark, who was holding onto Abigail, “Is there a doctor I could talk to? This is confidential information.”

He told the elderly woman, who replied, “I can assure you I’m the top doctor of this facility. Whatever you tell me, you will not be disappointed with your decision.”

She walked back into a room on her right to the second door.

Once everyone had entered, she asked again after closing the door, “Now what happened? This child wasn’t always this way. Is she in a coma?”

Mark whimpered, not knowing what to say.

After seeing two beds in this room, I carefully started to get on one with Jessy’s help.

After sitting down, I took this moment to reply to her as I finally had a grasp of my bed.

“She was attacked by the Alpha’s son, Benjamin. He attacked me too before he attacked her; he was trying to get to me, but Abigail was in the way! I have a video I can show you, I think. My cell is dead. Is there a way to recover that video?”

I asked, a bit apprehensive but determined to get this sorted.

The elderly lady nodded, and she showed Mark where she wanted Abigail in the bed.

He laid her carefully, his being extremely gentle with Abby, making my heart feel hopeful for my second chance mate.

If I get that blessing, that is, second chances are nearly impossible to achieve.

I stayed still, watching everyone.

Jessy was helping Mark calm down by having him sit next to him.

Trying one more time, Mark got pissed and looked straight at Jessy, threatening him.

“One more and I’m punching those buck teeth off yours, knock it off, Jessy,” the elderly woman chuckled as she placed her hands on Mark, “child, your um friend, is going to be alright, are you her mate?”

She asked a now nervous Mark.

He rarely shows his emotions; he is constantly trying to be the strong big brother to every one of us, but now he looked almost fearful, “you can tell us, Mark, I can’t bite ya, and you might break Jessy’s teeth either way, what’s wrong?”

I asked him carefully when he held Jessy’s shoulder tightly, making him whine slightly from the pressure.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think Abby is my mate. It’s been like this for a while now, and I’m almost certain she is,” he tells us. If that was the case, Jessy owes me big time.

I extend my hand towards Jessy, who has his head back in defeat, “Pay up, buck!”

I call him by the teasing name Abby gave him.

Groaning, he takes his wallet out, takes $20 out of his Marvel wallet, and slams it in my hand, “Cashin!”

I tried cheesily to make the cash register noise.

The elderly lady had taken a small container with water to Abby’s side.

It was white, and the water sparkled without the light hitting it, almost like the moon's glow.

She carefully poured some into Abby’s now opened mouth, “Well, if you are her mate, you are a brave man to have taken her here. She had, indeed, a concussion. It seems your Alpha will have a lot to answer now. Cassidy, how did you get that neck brace?”

She asked me without even asking for my name.

Confused, I decided to ask, “How did you know my name? I never heard you ask for my name?”

She took the glass container filled with the shinny water away, stopping just as I asked her.

She quickly replied calmly, even though her actions were off.

“I checked your folders from your pack. Just because I know everything about you all doesn’t mean I don’t check your information, child,” she was starting to act even weirder after her quick reply, like I had caught her on something.

Before I could ask anything else, the doors to our room were opened, showing a nurse in her uniform.

When she walked in, she stopped as she saw Jessy.

She looked scared of him, but her blush said otherwise.

Her thin black hair was in a ponytail, and she was slim with a tummy.

Jessy looked a bit entranced with her, “who are you?”

He asked the nurse, to which she gulped audibly. She looked at the elderly lady with fear, “It’s alright, you can talk to him, or anyone you need to, just gently,” just like Abby and I, Jessy hadn’t received his wolf yet. I was told I had no wolf, so I believed it.

I was lied to multiple times, but after the revealing words of the Alpha, maybe my birthday could prove a good change for me.

It was on the last week of the month.

I knew it was close from the last time I checked my calendar.

That made me gasp, making everyone look at me.

The elder lady looked at me, too, when I said.

“Can anyone tell me what date is today? My birthday is close, and I don’t want to miss it!”

I exclaimed, to which the nurse said, “April 28,” I felt like my world was about to collapse.

My birthday was tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I will get my wolf!