A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 49

My head whipped around and found him at the door with Aaron, who held onto his hand. His innocent hazel eyes stayed on me and he had a terrified look as he stared at me as if he beheld an alien, and it broke my heart. 

He had walked in and found me losing my temper and throwing things around like a madwoman, and now he thought something was wrong with me. 

I dropped the broken glass in my hand and I stepped towards him. "Zion, son." 

He stepped back and hid behind Aaron's legs, making my heart hurt even more. Now I was the villain of my story and Aaron the hero. 

My eyes blurred up and tears ran down my face. "Zion." I sobbed and my lips trembled. 

"I wouldn't advise you to come any closer," Aaron spoke, and I looked up and found his disapproving gaze on me. His hard gaze travelled to Damor, who hasn't said a thing since my crazy rant went off. 

He turned from me and lifted Zion into his arms. "Ivan would come to have a look at your hand," he said before walking out of the room.

I didn't struggle with Ivan as he took my hand to have a look at it. I sat currently in bed exhausted, with no more strength left in me and a pounding head. I had spent half an hour after Aaron left with Zion, crying my eyes out in pain. I didn't even know when Damor left the room and I didn't care. My heart had been broken into a million pieces and was bleeding beyond repair. I wanted to wallow and being left alone help me do that. 

Aaron was taking away my son. He was doing it before my very eyes. He had denied me my son only to bring him back at the time I had had enough of his games and snapped. Now Zion believes something was wrong with me. He probably believes I was crazy and was even going to hurt him. 

You were crazy and you might not have had intentions of harming him, but you were harming yourself, and he saw that, too. Aaron might have laid out the cards, but you played right into it as he wanted. 

Ivan dipped the towel in his hand into the bowl of warm water on the bed and he pried my hand open to rub over the cut. I stayed quiet as he did his thing, my eyes unable to even look at him. 

He finished and moved the bowl from the bed to the floor and he picked up a box of wool and a liquid in the bottle. My eyes caught the methylated spirit, and I drew a sharp breath. 

His hazel eyes darted to me, and he gave me a careful look. "Stay still, I know it will burn, but believe me, we need to disinfect the area of the cut and make sure it's safe before putting on the bandage," he explained. 

I understood what he meant, and knew it was necessary, but that still didn't stop my agitation because I knew how the burn of the menthol felt like. 

'Next time, perhaps you will think of the consequences before you do something this reckless.' my mind nagged me. 

"Zera, trust me," he said, and I nodded and shut my eyes tightly. He placed the wool on my palm and I hissed out in pain and began trembling uncontrollably. 

"Zera?" he called, his voice low. I tried to open my eyes and look at him, but I couldn't and my eyes remained tightly shut.

His hand touched my forehead, and it felt extremely cold. "Shit." he cussed and withdrew it. "You're burning up. This isn't good." I heard him say before my senses faded away into oblivion.

"There is. I'm guessing Henry had grabbed you and his claw dug into your skin," he said, and he was right. I remember what had happened when I tried running from the kitchen to get away from Henry. I must have forgotten about it with all that happened after. 

"I forgot," I mumbled. 

"The mark is a deadly poison, especially for someone like you. It causes an acute fever that would kill a human in a matter of hours and I am surprised you are still with us."

"I'm not that easy to kill, Mr Hart." 

"Good, because we still need you," he replied in a genuine tone of voice. I wondered what had happened. Why was he being all calm and communicating? Did it have something to do with the death scare I gave them? 

Or was it because of somethings else?

"Henry had his claws on your body as well, but here you are with no scratch." I reminded him. 

He smiled and damn those dimples, "That's because I'm not human, Zera. Werewolves have a fast healing ability as compared to humans and alphas have even faster-healing abilities. But that's not the case for every alpha, though."

I wanted to understand what he meant by that last line, but I knew he wouldn't want to tell it to me, so I moved on from it. I placed my legs on the cold tiled floor and winced at the coldness thereof. "You should go easy on yourself. You have been through a lot already," he said in a calm voice.