Alec’s

Sadie

I woke up with a headache, ending all headaches. I squinted as my eyes tried getting used to the bright light. Why the fuck was everything so bright when I felt so dull? Don't you just hate it when that happens? It's similar to when you are sad and depressed, but everyone seems so jovial and happy.

I feel like I've been hit by a truck, oh wait. Something close to that happened. We crashed and I ended up hurt.

I knew I was in the hospital the moment I was conscious. The smell of antiseptic is hard to mistake and miss. My room was just like the one I woke up in when I fainted after the dream. Plain white walls, a small TV in the corner, and a bedside table with a glass of water on top of it.

Groaning, I struggle to sit up straight. That's when his scent registers. Alec was asleep on a chair next to my bed. He sat on one of the two chairs available in the room.

"What is he doing here?" Nyx asks me; I just give her a look.

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My hair was getting in my face; I moved to push it away when I noticed the cast on my hand. I let out a frustrated growl, which wakes Alec up.

This was going to be a pain. Sure, I'll be with it for probably a maximum of three days, but it means that I can't train in those three days. For the past three years, I've used training as a form of release. It's been my way of letting out the aggression that has been seated inside me since Alec locked me in the dungeon.

People say that time heals all wounds. I call that bullshit. Three years. Three freaking years, and the scars in my heart are yet to heal. Sure, there are better days than others, but that's all there is. Healing isn't as easy as people say it is. Letting go isn't a walk in the park, as they make it seem.

"What is it? Are you in pain?" His throaty voice pulls my attention to him.

I just stare at him, not really sure what to make of him being here. There was something in his green eyes. Something akin to worry and concern, but I wasn't really sure. I brush it off. This is Alec we are talking about; he feels nothing when it comes to me. He made that clear three years ago when he was torturing me.

"No"

"Any discomfort?"

"No"

"Can you give something more than a one-word answer?" he asks, his voice a bit taut.

I take a deep breath. In, then out. "What do you want from me, Alec You've never really been interested in what I have to say before, so I just don't get it." én.swnovels.net

"You got hurt; I just wanted to know if you are okay. Is that so wrong?"

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I shut up. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? This side of him is new to me. He's showing care, and I don't know whether to trust it or not. It could be doing this because if something happens to me, then his pack is doomed. It could also be because of the mate bond. It's all just consuming.

"Look, you've never given a shit about me. So, showing your concern right now is a bit suspicious." I mumble, pulling my eyes from his intense ones.

It's difficult for me to reconcile the monster he is in my head to the man he is portraying.

He moves and leans back in his chair. I shift in the hospital bed, feeling uncomfortable with the way his piercing eyes are drilling into the side of my head. The tension is palpable. You could cut with a knife.

It was driving me crazy, and I wanted nothing more than to flee from this room. Flee from him and the bond that was driving me to crave things I shouldn't. It took a long time for me to accept that Alec wasn't the man for me. It took a long time for me to realize that we were albkinds of wrong. I accepted that and moved on. Now, with us being mates and the bond working tirelessly to push us together, I felt like I was back to square one.