Amanda
The sniffing silence sliced deeper than the pains of whatever was crawling in my heart.
The glistening gate of the hospital I had just left a few hours ago came into view. Only then did I realize they were bringing me back to the hospital.
But for what exactly?
I sniffed, thousands of thoughts cascading through my heart, those I had never imagined.
I was dragged out of the car and led into the hospital.
Along the hallway leading to the emergency ward I had just left was the unknown alpha, the same one that had earlier walked past me without a word.
I bit the lower of my lips when he turned, his piercing red eyes burning into mine. The once sea-blue eyes replaced with rage, irritation, and something else I couldn't yet place.
"How dare you?" he yelled.
My knees fumbled as the floor beneath cracked under the intensity of his commanding voice.
He moved closer, his arm lifting my chin without permission, enough to hold his gaze despite my lowered head.
My stomach knotted in confusion, my breath hitched, fear ripping my heart apart, but no response.
"I will make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life paying for your crimes," he spat, with so much hate in his eyes.
That sounded like a promise he was surely going to accomplish, but for what crime?
I mean, I was unaware of the pack he came from or who he truly was, aside the fact that he was undeniably an alpha.
My thoughts were blank with no trace whatsoever.
I tried to speak, but his commanding aura, the rage in his eyes, all crippled my resolve and burned every leftover courage I muttered while lost in my thoughts.
The door cracked behind drawing his attention, and he let go.
A low groan escaped my lips as my eyes found those of the stranger I had saved.
He was confined in a wheelchair, his eyes dripping with sorrow, something that cut deeper into my heart.
But something shifted when his sea-blue eyes met mine. Something I didn't understand.
"Is she the one?" he turned to his unmistakable, identical brother, his jaw clenching.
But he never replied. Instead, he crouched low to his level, gently placing his arm on his thigh.
"Don't you think taking you home is best for now?"
Silence. Thick and suffocating as his hard stares never left me.
My heart tensed, confusion masking my expression.
"I demand an answer," he finally broke the silence, his voice final.
The other alpha turned towards my direction, his rage burning more than before.
My heart leaped out of its cage. The only clue making its way into my tensed heart was how I had saved him.
"Just let me handle this," his brother interjected.
The creaking sound of the wheelchair got my attention, and I lifted my gaze to the stranger now facing me, with no distance separating us.
The guards by the side forced me on my knees to meet his gaze, his once sea-blue eyes returning amidst the resistance.
"What did I do wrong to deserve this level of treatment? How have I offended you?" he asked, but that wasn't a question.
It cut deeper into my heart, and for the next few seconds, everything seemed to be at a standstill as I struggled to understand what he meant.
I mean, it seemed I was being mistaken or misunderstood.
"I…I…" I stuttered under his grip as they tightened around my shoulders.
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching, but I was too frightened to turn. At least not until I heard those familiar voices I had thought would stand up for me a few minutes ago.
"Greetings, Alpha," Dad bowed, and so did Mum.
A bit of hope crept into my bones.
Dad leaned in, crouching low to my level, his gaze unreadable. But whatever it was, he was going to stand up for me, right?
Not that I had done anything wrong I could remember.
A hot slap creased my face, sending me crashing into the floor. For the next few seconds, everything blurred as his faint voice echoed in my ears.
"How could you bring so much pain to us? What's our crime?" Dad's harsh words rang into my ears, and I flinched, slowly raising my head to meet his angry gaze.
"I did nothing wrong, Dad," my voice wavered as I struggled against the stinging sensation that still burned on my cheeks.
"Shut that thing you call a mouth this minute!" Dad barked, lifting my jaw.
"That's enough," the alpha standing interrupted.
"Take her away," he ordered.
Just then, two arms wrapped around my wrist, raising me from the floor as my gaze burned deeper with dread.
The next I realized was the damp hard surface that sank into my skin, so rough that I forced my eyes open.
The black welcoming presence enveloped me as I struggled to sit upright in this awful-smelling place I lay.
"What…"
The memories all came flooding back, an unintended tear slipped down my cheeks as my arms flew to my chest.
Those cold deadly stares from Dad and Mum, such as I would never have imagined in my wildest dream, pierced deeper.
I gulped when I heard a faint sound in the distance approaching. My nerves all alert but crumbled as the light turned on, and seated before me was the stranger in a wheelchair.
His gaze held onto mine for a while, though this time not hard, not soft either, but it remained unreadable.
"Greetings, Alpha," I greeted, bowing my head slightly.
His eyes burned into mine for what felt like an eternity until he finally spoke.
"Tell me why you did it."
His voice was calm this time, but still held so much command.
"I did nothing?" my voice wavered.
"Who sent you?" he yelled, and I raised an eyebrow.
"No one sent me, and I don't know why I'm here." I threw back but cursed inwardly.
"You don't answer my question in such a manner!" he roared, and I flinched, cradling my knees over my trembling body.
The silence stretched out as the air suddenly carried that pang of dread that soaked into my skin like a second cloth.
"For this you have done, get ready for the worst." His words made my heart skip, and I unknowingly burned my gaze into his.
All I could see was rage, bitterness that stuck deeper than any other.
A sudden creeping feeling set in, but I sniffled.
A realization that if what I was thinking was right, then I was in for the worst; knocked me so hard, leaving silent whimpers in its wake.
The thought of Isabella, one of the stewards at my place of work, clouded my sense of reasoning.
I tasted a bittersweet taste as I lowered my head, imagining what crimes she had committed this time, my thoughts traveling wide with dread clouding me.
"You will beg for death, but I will make it far from you," his voice cut through my thoughts, and I sniffed, lifting my eyes to meet him.
He wasn't joking. He meant every word.
The realization that this was a promise he must fulfill struck me real hard like a dagger to the chest.