Alpha of Doom

Chapter 3- Glass shards

"Your feet are infected they need to be cleaned," he says softly.

He uses some water to clean my feet and cleans around the wound with soap, but doesn't let the soap make contact with the wound.

Doctor Lewis presses a cotton bud to the alcohol and tips it so it pours on the cotton bud, he uses the tweezers to hold the cotton and dabs it on my feet gently.
Grabbing the Neosporin he applies a thin layer gently, then he covers the wounds with a bandage.

I yelp in surprise when the alcohol meets a very sensitive wound, he does the same process on my left that he did with my other foot. Luca walks in the room and glares at doctor Lewis.

"What are you doing?" He hisses.

The elderly man pays no heed to Lucas tone, "Luca you know I have to clean her feet, they are infected," Luca growls angrily.

"You're hurting my mate."

"It is not my intention but they will get worse if they aren't cleaned. She's all bandages up now, her bruises they are bad but they will heal within a day or two."

"Okay," Luca mutters and walks out not wanting to see my pained face.

"There you are Luna," he smiles. He then collects his things, bows and walks out.

Then I hear him shout, "stay off your feet! I will tell Luca what needs to be done," I huff and roll on my side. I've never had people tend to my wounds. It's always been me helping myself, this is all so new. So refreshing. The kind act makes my heart warm.

I twirl a loose strand off the cover around my finger and turn my head when I hear someone coming. I look at the handsome man in confusion, he just gives me a smile. "Hello Luna," I give him a timid smile not responding.

He clears his throat and I watch him aware fully, "I'm your body guard," I nod. Bodyguard? The thought makes me feel safer, but not safe enough. People have never cared about me and whether I'm dead or alive, so this has all come as a shock to me.

He gives me one last smile and walks out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Well that was a bit awkward, but sometimes silences are just peaceful. Like when you're driving in a car with someone you love and everything's silent as you look at the passing scenery, I remember mum and dad taking my brother and I out for drives like that. They were the best ones yet.
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I wake up a couple of hours later, my feet throbbing. Tears build in my vision and I shut them tightly, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I sit up putting my feet on the ground, I feel useless. I don't like that, my own mate doesn't even care for me. 'He does care, he wouldn't have been worried about you before if he hadn't cared,' Celeste says, easing my worries. Luca is a very intricate person, on minute he will be all worried then the next he won't even look at you.

Sighing I stand up but drop to the ground when pain erupts in my feet, I crawl to the shower. Tiredly, I start the shower still on my knees and strip, I crawl in the shower and peel off my bandages.

I close my eyes once seeing my red feet with tiny marks all on them, I get a wash cloth and put it under the water.

With shaking hands, I bring the wash cloth to my feet and put it on it then I hiss out in pain. The stinging stays there, letting me remember what happened last night.

I lean my head against the shower wall and pull back my hair gliding my fingers through it.

About 10 minutes later turn off the shower and open the door grabbing a towel. I pull the towel around me and crawl out awkwardly and slouch when reaching my bed.

I look out of the window and see its night and raining, rain has always brought me peace.

It was always my anchor I guess.

That's weird, I know trust me. That's why I don't tell anybody, they will judge me as per usual.

I unwrap the towel from my body and look at my body in disgust, I'm ugly.

I get changed and rub my eyes tiredly.

Somehow I crawl up into my bed with struggle and pull the covers over me, I look out the window as the lightening flashes with a big crack.

I guess I love storms because it lets me know that even the sky screams some times.

I'm not the only one who screams

The sky can scream too

I hope you liked this chapter!! If so please vote, that would make my day

If you keep complaining about Lily then don't read my book, I'm actually sick and tired of it!

Of course she is 'whiny' and all the terrible things you say because she has been tortured nearly her whole life, imaging yourself as Lily and don't be so rude.

Keely
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