Chapter 3

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Charlotte POV:

Have you ever thought that dying would be your sweet relief? I think about that a lot. I wouldn’t have to feel anything if I just died. I wouldn’t have to worry about the next beaten. I wouldn’t have to worry about my anxiety. I wouldn’t have to worry about the strange stares, or hurtful stares. I wouldn’t have to worry about the mean words or the nasty yells-

“Why isn’t she waking up?!”

Yells. I’m always around yelling. In death, I bet it’s quiet. Just a peaceful silence, with no people around. Nothing that would alarm my anxiety. Nothing at all. It’ll be a dream come true-

“A-Alpha-”

“You informed me that she would be awake today. Why is my mate still unconscious?”

Weird how my dream come true is death. Most people want to be rich, famous, have a family, live forever, or something along those lines. Maybe a few would want to be left alone. Not to be bother, living in their own personal bubble. Not a care in the world-

“I-I said t-there is a possible chance for her to wake up by today! We are still unsure when the girl-”

“Do not address your Luna, my mate, in such manner. It’ll be your throat the next time you do.”

“I-I a-apologize Alpha!” 

I can’t be alone. It’s dangerous for me to be alone. I need to die, I want to die. I don’t want to be saved, I just want my sweet escape. 

Death.

“She’s waking up!”

“Alpha, I need you to leave the room.”

“I’m not leaving my mate-”

“Damnit Theós! We don’t have time for you to be stubborn!”

“I’m not going to leave my mate-”

“The doctor wouldn’t tell you to leave if it wasn’t necessary!”

All I see is white. A bright, blinding white. Nothing like the dark, calming blackness that I crave. 

I’m not dead. 

I blink, my eyes stinging with tears.

I’m not dead.

“Luna, I’m so glad that you're awake.” That’s such a pretty name. Luna. It was one of the only thing I actually liked about my high school. Maybe if I had a pretty name like Luna, I wouldn’t be hated as much. “Luna? Luna can you hear me? I need to ask you a few questions.”

Feeling a hand on my arm, I looked over, surprised to not feel any pain when a hand came in contact with me. 

It was a man.

I blink, he look nice. He look much older than me, probably in the age range of 40’s. His skin was a light tan, age marks dabbed around his warm smile and slightly squinting brown eyes. His hair was a dark brown, with a slight pepper of grey dashing around.

He matched the blinding room that I was in perfectly. 

He’s wearing white. 

He’s a doctor.

He saved me. 

“Good morning Luna.” My name isn’t Luna. I couldn’t have a pretty name like Luna. Maybe this was a test. A test that he through together. To test me. To see if I’ll talk. I won’t talk. I’ll stay silent. Silent like my dream of death.

His smiled dimmed at my silence. 

It’s a test. I know it’s a test. I won’t talk.

I’m okay.

“Well I’m glad to see that you’re okay. My name is Ben Rue. I’m the pack doctor.” I blink. This was most definitely a test. “Well okay, that you can get for now. I’m going to have to ask you a few questions-”

He’s taking this too far. I don’t like questions. I don’t like talking. I don’t like people. I don’t like people asking questions that makes me have to talk to people. I don’t like it. I don’t like this.

My eyes widen as his did too. I feel uncomfortable. I don’t have any space. He’s too close. This room is too bright. 

I don’t like this.

“Deep breath Luna!” He’s yelling at me. “You can’t pass out again!”

I didn’t listen. I want to pass out. I want to pass out forever. My chest started to tighten as the machine beside started to beep louder and faster. 

The doctor cursed, quickly leaving the room. 

I’m alone. The beeping slowed slightly, but it was still too fast to be normal. The room is still bright. But at least I’m alone. I don’t have to talk or ask questions. 

Why couldn’t he just let me die?

The door slammed open, the doctor walking in with two males following him. “I couldn’t get her to calm down Alpha. She can’t afford to pass out again.”

I’m not alone. Why can’t I be alone? In the peaceful dark. Dead.

“Leave us. Now.” My heart stopped at the sound of that voice. I never heard of such a husky, manly sound in my life. I’m scared. But I love it.

“My sweet mate.” He sound like heaven. But I don’t want heaven. And who’s he calling a mate? I’m pretty sure that I’m the only person in the room with him. The bright room. Mate means friends. He wants to be my friend? That doesn’t make any sense.

“Look at me.”

He’s not yelling. Why isn’t he yelling?

“Please.”

 I snuck a peak. His eyes were a dark clear green, crystal like blue easily being spotted, floating around in those orbs. Smooth tan skin covered every inch of his bulging muscle, making his dark eyes pop. His rich brown locks gelled back perfectly, matching the suit that hugged his muscles. I eyed his neck, seeing the colorful ink of tattoos peaking from the collar of his suit. He was tall, far taller than me and most people I’ve seen and met. Even taller than him. I stood at a measly 5’0, while he looked like he could reach the ceiling. Maybe 6ft, maybe over.

He was handsome.

Extremely handsome.

Which means he is dangerous.

Extremely dangerous.

“Sweetheart.” I flushed brightly. Sweetheart? What a cute name. Why is he calling me that? Why is he reaching out for me? “We knew you were alive. We knew you existed. We’ve been waiting for you.”

My lips parted as a noiseless gasp escaped them. His hand reach and cupped my probably bruised cheek, sending pleasurable shocks throughout my body.

We? Who’s we? 

I almost made a sound. I can’t make any noise.

“What is your name, sweetheart?” The handsome man asked, “My name is Theós Alfa.”

I blink, what a strange last name. A nice strange, but still strange. 

His brows furrowed at my silence, his thumb rubbing circles against my cheek. “Can you speak?”

I should answer. I never answer, but something was whispering in my head to answer. Maybe it was because no one has ever ask me and only just assume that I was ignoring them? Maybe it was because he was so devilishly handsome? Maybe it was because his voice was heaven on earth? Maybe it was because he reminded me of what I so secretly, craved for?

I shook my head. I won’t speak, but I still answer.

The spark in his eyes dulled out as his rubbing stopped. I was disappointed. I frowned at myself. I’m getting attached. I never get attached. Especially so quickly.

The door slammed open, the doctor returning with the other male behind him.

“Is something that matter Alpha-”  

“You told me that she would be able to speak by now.” He’s mad. Oh god, his voice still sound heavenly. But he’s mad.

“She is able to speak Alpha.” Doctor Rue explained, “Her throat is completely healed. The only thing that is stopping her from speaking is herself.”

“Why won’t you speak sweetheart?” The spark was back as he stared, the hard gaze turned soft. “I won’t hurt you. We won’t hurt you.”

They are really determined. 

But I won’t fall for it.

“Maybe she’s scared Theós.” The other male in the room spoke up.

“She has no reason to be scared Timothy.” Theós shot back angrily, before turning his attention back to me. His anger seeming to slowly melt away. “I’m her mate. I’m one of her other halfs. I’m only here to protect and love her.”

He is really determined. 

“She just woke up to in unfamiliar room with a bunch of strangers in it!” He’s yelling. “If I woke up to see a 7’1 asshole in front of me, I wouldn’t want to speak either! In fact I’ll scream in terror! Or strip naked and jump you. Whatever I’m in the mood for.”

“Just because you gave yourself the title of being one of me and my brother “best friends”-”

“Which is totally true! Don’t deny our bond!”

“-doesn’t mean you can talk to me anyway you fucking want. I’m still your Alpha.”

“You're pulling that card!” He wailed, “I thought we were passed that! I thought we were so much more! So much more than Alpha’s and Beta!” 

I awkwardly sat on the uncomfortable bed. They were yelling. They were yelling at each other. Not at me. This is unusual. I’m always being yelled at. It’s always me. 

But it’s not me this time. 

This has been the strangest test I’ve ever experience. And there have been some extremely strange test.      

“Idiot.” Theós rolled his eyes, taking a step closer to me. “Are you thirsty? That’s probably why you're not talking. Your throat is probably dry. Timothy, go out and bring back my mate something to drink, and some food. What would you like sweetheart? You can have anything you want.”

My eyes widen at the rambling state he reduced himself in. They were offering me food and a beverage. I have never been offered food and beverages before. I wasn’t good enough for it. 

“Alpha, we need to know how Luna sustain these injuries.” Doctor Rue informed, “Most of them are old, very old.”

 “She needs to eat first. She has been unconscious for two months-” He say it likes its a bad thing. I’ve been unconscious for far longer before, for far worse injuries than this. “And you can tell that she hasn’t been eating. She’s extremely underweight. I’m not going to sit here and let my mate starve.”

But I’m not hungry. I’m never hungry. Not anymore. I can’t remember the last time I craved something to eat. It was years ago, maybe around the time I was a child. When I didn’t know that I didn’t deserve the privilege and luxury of food.  

“So what does she want to eat?” Timothy asked. 

I’m not hungry.

“She needs to start off with something light. She won’t be able to take eating large amounts of solid food.” The doctor explained.

I’m really not hungry.

“What do you want kitten?” They all turned back to me, “Anything you want and you’ll get it. Promise.”

I’m not hungry. I don’t need food. I don’t want food. I don’t deserve food. 

They don’t understand.

I blink, shaking my head. 

“No? Love, you have to eat.”

He’s still not understanding. How weird. I shake my head. I’m not hungry. I’m never hungry. Not anymore. 

Dark green, blue eyes stared at me, sparkling with worry and anger. “Timothy, bring me back a bowl of pasta and a glass of orange juice.”

“A small bowl.” The doctor added. “She needs to start off with something small.”

She? I shook my head. That means no. It means I’m not hungry. How are they not understanding this? I can’t eat. I’m not allowed to eat. Why are they making this so hard?

“Fine,” Theós grumbled, nodding towards the door.

“I’ll be back!” Timothy sang, dancing towards the door. “Faster than you can say-”

“Get out.” Theós glared.

“That’s not what I was going to-”

“Beta!”

He’s yelling.

“Fine! Jeez!” Turning on his heel, he strutted out the door, mumbling loudly on his way out. “Such an uptight Alpha! I’m glad he found his mate so he finally removed that pole that’s lodge up his ass! He needs to get laid!”

There’s that word again. Mate. I though mate meant friend. I’m pretty sure it does mean friend. So why is he calling me mate, if it means friend? I never had a friend before. I don’t deserve a friend. 

What a weird bunch of people.