Emilia
The comment she had made wasn't a harmful one though, but somehow made me shy. It was actually a comment of curiosity.
"Well, she is the right person to answer that question, I think she'll definitely do it when she finds her tongue." Alpha Anker replied.
I looked up at her. "I have a wound." I say with my voice barely above whisper.
"And you aren't healing?" Alpha Anker asked in dismay.
"Well, that is because I don't have my wolf power." I replied, though I hated it, because it was a constant reminder that I don't fit in.
"She had been deprived of her wolf right from when she was a kid. Her wolf was bound. That is why her scent is strange. Her wolf is there, locked away, waiting to be freed." Alpha Anker said.
I looked up only to find him staring at me steadily. I have never thought of having my wolf back, as I have always believed that my wolf was gone. Not that she was trapped.
Theresa's eyes hovered on me. "Wow, ok." She takes hold of my hand. "This way, so I can have a look at this wounds of yours."
I was taken to an empty room, where she asked me to lie on the bed and show her my wounds.
I pulled up the shirt, enough for her to see the wounds. Her eyes widened when she saw the wounds, a flicker of rage passing over them as she takes in the infected wounds and the bruises surrounding them.
"For how long ago?" She presses her fingers carefully around the wounds.
The wounds were so severe that she was scared of how much it would have affected me. "A few weeks." Though unsure, I muttered. Every beating blurred into another one. There has never been a day I wasn't hit, and that would only happen if Alpha Jesse and the other park members had gone on a trip.
Dr Theresa shook her head, "oh I see, it's really been long. The infection had been developing for almost a month."
Alpha shook his head ecstatically. "You really had gone through a lot in the hands of that dick called Jesse and his pack members."
"Emilia!" His Dee deep voice rumbles through me, and I close my eyes, fearing his anger, because that sounds familiar. I've been used to situations like this and I know how it always ends. Anger brought punishment, punishment brought pain.
I swear, the beatings, they happen so often that they just kind of…I'm not bruised."
There was absolute tranquility, I was afraid to open my eyes. Alpha Jesse had said it over and over again, that if anyone gets to find out, he will make my life a misery, more than it already was. I used to wonder, who would find out the truth when I was never allowed to associate with people. Now, here I was, sitting in another pack hospital, revealing my dark secret.
"Do everything at your reach to get her healed." Alpha Anker said after what seems like forever. He storms of the room.
"Neverminy brother's action, his temper is too short, especially when things like this happens." Theresa mutters as she inspect my wounds.
"Did you just say your brother?" I whisper, opening my eyes.
"Ah, I see, he informed you. I think he might have not told you that Anton is our brother.?"
I shake my head. I guess Anton was one of the men that came to my brother's house.
"Anton is considered to be our brother's Gamma." She shackles.
"Gamma you said?" I have never had of such term before.
"Yeah, and Alpha Anker has a love/hate for me working here. He has always and always wanted me to represent our family, but he knows this is what I'm good at." She picked up a cup filled with cream from the drawer beside. "This needs to be applied teice daily, and that will be once in the morning and once in the evening. It should clear up the infection, if it hasn't changed in a few days, I will have to take another look. Hurry now, go, Alpha Anker is waiting for you at the front there."
"I appreciate your care, thanks." I mumble, taking the cup of cream from her. I had a glance at the label, but couldn't read it, and that is because I had never learned to read.
She bobbed her head at me as I hurried out to find Alpha Anker on his phone, snapping at someone. As soon as he sees me, he hangs up his call and asks me what Theresa said.
"She gave me this and asked me to apply it on the wounds two times a day." I show him the cream cup and he takes it from me.
"Wow, that is good, Come." He strides off and I have to run to keep up with him. I follow him through the house into the office.
"Let me have a look." He orders, pulling the lid off the cup.
It wasn't going to be negotiable, not when he had used the same tone moments before he ripped off my dress open earlier.
Slowly opening my shirt, he crouches down in front of me, gently smothers the wounds in the cold cream. "Listen Emilia, I don't want you to lie to me. Not ever, if you can't remember, that is what you need to tell me. Hope you understand what I've just said? I don't want to have to guess what you mean."
"Okay, I've heard." I couldn't say anything, I was overly focused on the warm of his hands. One presses against my back, holding me steady, while the other gently rubs cream into my wounds. Until now, the only touch I had received from another man was beating.
"Stop holding your breath." He tells me, getting up to his feet. "I am not going to hurt you."
Hmm, that didn't really seem possible to believe given my history. The acts, the word coming from him didn't really feel true.