Chapter Two: "You Don't Care"

Emilia's Point of View

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The morning came with the same dread that each morning does. For some reason as I pulled myself from bed a unbearable pain shots up through my chest. I couldn't move from my sitting position on my bed. Something wasn't right and I couldn't talk with my wolf. I soon felt like I was about to throw up and rushed to the bathroom. With me trying to rush to the bathroom and I had cutting my leg on something but that didn't care. I needed to throw up in the bathroom so I didn't have any other things to clean. I barley made it to the bathroom where I threw up. I opened my eyes and it was blood, it took me a second to realize that I had thrown up blood.

I knew that I needed to see the healers but could or would the pack let me. I grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned my mouth and yelped as I stood up. It felt like someone was repeatedly kicking me in the ribs with full force. I tried my best to walk up the 12 stairs that lead to the upstairs and into the light. I looked like absolute trash but I couldn't give up. I needed to stay focus and get to the healers. There was a voice in my head telling me something wasn't right and my wolf is in need of my help. Before I could even open the door someone slammed their body into the door hard enough that it sent me down the stairs. I slammed my head onto the concrete floor and felt the rush before it all went black....

~Hours Later~

I woke up to blinding light and a pounding headache. I slowly pride my eyes open and looked around a bright white room with a lot of beeping machines and a healer with some handsome guy standing next to him looking very upset. I couldn't make out who it was thank to these bright ass lights.

I blinked my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the lights. Finally they adjusted and I saw Healer Adam and the one guy I hoped I never seen Alpha Kalen. What was he doing here I thought, I would get my answer from the alpha himself as he replied back "making sure my omega is alright, I heard your yelp as you fell down the stairs, I wish I had gotten there sooner" he had a look of pain on his face? What was that for and why did he call me his omega? Why did he care that I had gotten hurt? He doesn't like me... Does he? All these questions raced through my mind after I blocked him from listening in.

I shook my head and looked at him and said "seriously what are you doing here? You never bother with me when your pack idiots are beating me? You don't care when I go without eating cuz your minions won't allow me? Why do you all of the sudden give a single fuck about me?!" raising my voice a little at the end to get him to understand the hell I go through while he is off fucking whatever slut throws herself at him. A single tear slipped down my cheek as I looked at my so called alpha.