Chapter Five

Chapter 5

Astrid's pov

The laughter instantly died out the moment I rolled in, well except for Taylor. She was still grinning from ear to ear.

"Astrid! I've been waiting for you to show up... What took you so long?" She asked like she wasn't aware who gave her the kidney.

There was also a change in Taylor, the person I had grown up knowing to be pale and hardly energetic seem it to have warmed up in complexion her movements now fluid and free.

Damien looked at like I was a ghost from his past, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and squeezed the wheelchair before relaxing and then I told Damien through mind link.

"Would you prefer if we had this conversation in front of Taylor or in my ward?"

He didn't respond, just kept staring at me like he could will me out of existence.

"Make your decision fast, if you don't say anything in the next 2 minutes then–"

"Taylor do you mind if I step out for a moment with Astrid?"

"Of course not," She said massaging his arm while I was right looking straight at them, "she's your mate afterall, isn't she?"

I turned around in a spin, unable to look at them anymore. Damien came from behind to help me push the wheelchair but I hissed at him.

"I'm just trying to help," he said wanting to insist.

"How thoughtful of you," I sneered sarcastically before taking control again and wheeling over to my ward.

Once Damien joined me the excuses began to flow like water.

"You know I was just about to come to see you–"

"After 3 days?" I asked him my back turned he couldn't see how I was fighting back the tears.

"Yes, I was just about to come over and–"

"Damien you promised me..." I said trembling all over, "you promised me that if I went ahead with the surgery that you would forget all about her and focus on us, I endured all of that thinking that you would keep your word!"

"Who said I wouldn't?!" His voice shot up.

"Please..." He walked over until he was in front of me, gripping the wheel chair so I couldn't escape. "Taylor is going through a delicate time now that's she's recovering from surgery, she might suddenly relapse if I cut all contact out of the blue...the doc said that the last thing she needs is stress right now,"

My head fell.

"Then what about me Damien? What consideration does your mate get? You still didn't come to see me in the past three days ..."

"My goddess, are you still holding on to that?! I've apologized haven't I?!" He screamed in my face.

"You haven't!" I screamed right back at him.

"Fine!" He spat out and pushed the wheelchair with me on it three inches backwards and fell on his knees with a thud.

"Please my majestic mate... Forgive this foolish Alpha for not abandoning a poor patient for your sake! It's all my fault..."

The tears I'd been holding back began to bubble in the corner of my eyes, why must I put up with this? Why must I be shamed just for asking for love?!

"Fine!" I yelled at the top of my voice with a violent sweep of my hand pointing at the door.

"Go to your precious little patient, I don't care anymore! You can even build a shrine and worship her for all I care! Just get out of my sight you make me sick...ah!"

The tears were now streaming down my cheeks, running like a fountain. I covered my face with my palm to hide my shame.

He stood up, dusted his feet and sighed.

"Astrid..." He called out my name like it physically hurt.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," he walked over, hugging me as I continued to cry buckets.

"I'm sorry...I mean it .. please listen to me .."he pulled my palms away from my teary face.

"I made a promise didn't I? But I should have been more specific...as soon as both you and Taylor are discharged from the hospital I'll forget that she even exists...I mean it,"

It was only that evening as he stroked my hair and promised to forget my sister did I realize just how pathetic I was. After years of groveling like an idiot for crumbs of his affection, I had to give up a part of myself for him to reluctantly think of choosing me.

As for Taylor, all she needed was a smile (and maybe a few fake coughs ) and he'd be ready to give her the world on a golden platter.

All she had to do was breath and he'd be showering her with compliments.

I'm sure he kisses the ground she walked on when nobody was looking.

But me, I guess he could begrudgingly pretend to like me for the rest of our lives. I can't believe I once looked forward to this, how pathetic.

"Can you stay with me for a while?" I asked, knowing I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. He agreed helping me to bed, then he gave me a sheepish expression as he kept stroking my hair and soon his hands were exploring other parts of my body.

"Damien..." I called out his name, horrified by what he was clearly hinting,"I just had surgery."

"It will be a quick, I'll be in and out before you notice..."

I sighed, giving up and letting him have his way. He was halfway through his climax when my stitches tore and I screamed out on my stomach, he confused it as me reaching my climax too and pushed my hands down going faster.

"That's it baby, yeeesss!"

I was bleeding and my screams were muffled as he enjoyed his peak for the longest twenty seconds of my life.

By the time he was done, I'd lost too much blood, the world faded into darkness.