Chapter18
Ziana’s POV
I hear the steady beeping of a machine and shuffling around me. Groaning, I open my eyes before shutting them quickly. Too bright.
“She’s up.” I hear then notice more shuffling around the room. I smell pine mixed with clove, as well as teakwood and smoke. They’re not too strong, but compliment each other. I feel sparks shoot up my arms from my hands on both sides and flinch.
My eyes shoot open and I pull my hands back quickly. My eyes meet golden ones, then dark pink ones. I feel sadness, then worry that isn’t coming from me, and anger?
My eyes draw together in confusion as I look at them.
“What’s going on?” I ask them and look around at the hospital room. What happened? I feel another flash of anger that isn’t mine. My eyes widen as the pieces begin to connect.
I felt the sparks, a lot more than I have before. The emotions that aren’t mine. The scents that I couldn’t smell
from them before.
My breathing starts coming in short, and my heart beat escalates.
“YOU MOTHER F..” I Pant. “No. What?” My heartbeat is like thunder. I am panicking, my vision narrows. Before I black out I feel sparks shoot up my arm and I see concerned golden eyes.
“Don’t panic.” Zane says softly. I pull my hand away from him. I try to get up from the bed, but am slammed back to the mattress by an arm that sends sparks through my body. Okay maybe slammed is an over exaggeration, but still.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” I scream as I struggle against the arm. Hands hold my head still and force me to look into dark pink eyes.
“Listen to me. You were going to die if we didn’t mark you.” Killian explains and I pause, looking at him incredulously.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask in disbelief. He lets go and starts pacing the hospital room. It’s only then that I look at my body and see the wraps around my wrists. The vague memory of what happened comes to me. I was having an attack.
“You cut your wrists and it was too deep. You lost too much blood and we were your only option to survive.” Zane explains. I don’t even remember doing it, I just remember feeling the need to get out.
“What the hell were you thinking? You could have died? Do you really hate us so badly that you would rather die than be with us?” Killian snarls, still pacing. I don’t answer.
“Ziana, you could have died, love.” Zane says, catching my attention. My eyes meet his golden ones and I feel worry and sadness.
“Then you should have let me die.” I say quietly. His eyes widen and Killian’s pacing stops.
“That’s what you wanted huh? You’d rather die than be with us? To what? To prove us a lesson?” Killian snarls.
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“You shouldn’t have chained me.” I say and he growls.
“SO YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF TO PROVE A POINT?” He screams.
“I didn’t try to kill myself.” I say and he scoffs.
“So then what do you call slitting your wrists and bleeding out?” He counters, his dark pink eyes going wild.
“I cut myself so that I could use the blood as lubricant to slip out of the cuffs.” I explain and I hear a small sigh from my right.
“Like that would work. Are you stupid?” Killian scoffs, all I feel is
anger to spike.
anger coming from him. This causes my
“It’s worked before. AND it worked this time didn’t it?” I snarl, causing him to stop and stare at me. He is shaking with rage when he turns towards the door and opens it.
rds urey
“You will be meeting with a therapist to ensure you’re not going to kill yourself.” He demands, then slams the
door.
I yell out in frustration, before remembering that Zane was in the room with us.
“What do you mean it worked before?” Zane asks and I curse myself for letting that slip.
“Nothing.” I shrug and avoid eye contact. “Is he serious about the therapy?” I ask.
“Yes he is.” He says. I huff and he chuckles.
“It won’t be too bad. I’ve gone to therapy. It’s nice to have somebody to talk to.” He says, causing me to shake my head.
He’s probably had to go because of what I have done to him.
“Ziana. I. I’m sorry that we forced our marks on you. I wish that it didn’t happen like that. I wanted to be able refused us, but it doesn’t matter now. We may be marked, but I will still win you over. I will be a worthy mate and prove to you that we are meant to be.” Zane says. I feel the genuineness from his words and I look into his eyes. His golden eyes search mine, for what?!
to woo you and have you accept me. I don’t know why you”
am not sure.
“Well, it’s not like you can take it back.” I say and he chuckles.
“I don’t want to. You’re my mate. You were made for me.” He says and I sigh.
“You don’t even know me.” I grumble and he smiles.
“It doesn’t matter. You were made for me. You’re my other half.” He says and I fight the urge to throw up.
eyes downcast. “Please stop saying that. You don’t know me.” I plead. His smile falls and
“I may not, but I would like to get to know you.” He says quietly. No. No he doesn’t. He wouldn’t be able to look at me if he got to know me. If he truly knew me, he would wish he wouldn’t have wasted his mate mark on
- me.
“I’ll go get the doctor. They have been waiting for us to stop talking.” He says and walks out of the door.
A few moments later a doctor and nurse come in. The doctor is a tall and slim blonde with a big smile. The nurse is a red head man about the same size. They are followed by Zane, who brings the smokey teakwood scent with him.
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“Hi Luna, I’m Doctor Katrina. How are you feeling?” The tall blonde asks. I flinch at the name.
“Fine.” I answer. Her smile doesn’t falter.
“Great. I am just going to check your vitals.” She says and takes a few notes on a clipboard. Her brown eyes
meet mine, and I see a sadness in them before she looks towards the guys.
“If you could give us a moment please.” She says, her tone not giving them a choice to argue. They nod and
turn to leave, Zane eyes me longingly before closing the door. Doctor Katrina’s gaze casts over my body.
“Luna. You are free to leave, but you will be required to take doctor Ana every day for at least a week then it is
up to her how often you visit.” She explains as she gently takes off a wrap on my wrist.
I look down at it and am surprised that there is no scar. I hand her my other wrist and as she begins to
unwrap it she begins to speak again.
“Doctor Anna is my twin, she is the pack therapist. I have informed her about your scars and what happened, she will be waiting for you at 3. It’s currently 10:00 in the morning. You were brought in yesterday and we changed you to a 34 sleeve shirt. I wasn’t sure if you were self conscious of the scars.” She says, I flinch and panic, looking up at her. Her brown eyes soften.
“Only me and another female nurse saw your scars. We cleaned you and changed you.” She explains. Like
that will help calm me.
“You didn’t tell them. Did you?” I ask and she scoffs, her jaw setting hard.
“I did not, and I resent you implying that. Alpha command does not work on doctor’s either.” She says sternly.
“Sorry.” I say looking down. She steps away and looks at me.
“You don’t have to speak during therapy, but Ana is very understanding. I think it would be good for you to speak with her. Alpha Killian and Beta Zane are good men. They marked you in order to save you. Please try to remember that and don’t go too hard on them.” She says and I nod in response.
Don’t
go too hard on them? Are you kidding me? They forced the mark, something that doesn’t happen anymore, unless you are a piece of sh*t.
If I am truly honest though, that’s not what I am upset about. I am upset that once they find out who I am and what I have done, they won’t be able to take back what they did. They will hate me and be miserable for the rest of their lives because they are shackled to me.
This isn’t to mention the trouble that I will bring when HE finds out I am here and now, mated.
