Chapter 42 Chapter 42
ADRIANA'S POV
After Xander left, it took me about five minutes to actually comprehend what the hell happened. I expected him to be hostile as usual, or maybe command me and do worse things that he hasn't gotten to do before he decided to lock me away. I was still waiting for it, even after he left the room. He never came back though. That didn't make me feel any safer than when he was in the room, I didn't think I'd ever feel that again in his presence. Then i couldn't close the door, it was a war between two parts of me that were both scared.
Closing the door made me feel like I would be locked back in again, I was scared of leaving the door open too because it gave both him and Donovan easy access to it. The fear I had for the latter was more than that of the former.
As promised, the maids brought in a food cart that had different foods. My stomach churned just from the aroma, I was salivating by the time the roast beef was kept in front of me. Since they thought I couldn't walk, they served me on a food tray and placed it on an over table on the bed, the kind that was used in the hospital. They left after that.
I wanted to get up and dress, not wanting any more people to see me in just the towel, but the food was calling to me, I ended up eating, clearing everything in my plate and by the time I was done, I felt too tired to get up. I just laid there in that position. Since I started thinking of escape, my every thought was about it. I couldn't go a full minute without it coming to head.
I had a positive feeling about this. I didn't know much about going out or even the outside world. All my life, I've been in my father's pack and even then I wasn't around people much. It was why I was socially awkward and preferred to keep to myself. Solitude has been all I know.
"Hey," Daciana peeped in, she had a warm smile on her face. Her face has some color back in it and she had a different set of clothes on. A burgundy and red jumpsuit that stopped just right below her thighs. Her hair was slightly wet and falling over her shoulders, there was a little wet spot on the top of the shirt.
"Good to see you eating. The bath must have helped?" she asked, walking further into the room. I flinched a little, her voice sounded too loud in my head. Always the perceptive one, she noticed and mouthed sorry. "Are you having a migraine?" she asked, coming to sit beside me. I scooted a little to allow her space though there was enough room.
Her question rings in my head, just telling her my hearing has gotten better was at the tip of my tongue, my mouth refused to move. With the way she noticed everything, I wouldn't want her to have her eyes on me, besides they didn't know about my wolf situation. Not that I wanted them to know, though they must have noticed something. I hoped they didn't, Xander for one would treat me worse when he finds that out.
He would be no different from my father and brothers who thought me useless and worthless. In a way I was, because no one wanted to be weak, and no one liked a weakling. A wolfless omega who couldn't even defend herself from a child if it came to that. I didn't want to be that either but it was all I knew.
As the lycan king, he is expected to marry an alpha's daughter, a lycan preferably since they looked at us as a lesser species. Almost like a cursed hybrid. Lycans are called pure bloods for a reason and wolves, they are the impure breed. An abnormality. The stigma wasn't as bad as it used to be before. Now the werewolves were growing more and more while the lycans were decreasing in number, it didn't put them at the bottom of the food chain though. The advantage they had over wolves was what kept them ahead. Even the vampires are scared of them, a lycan's bite was lethal to a vampire, and a wolf's own would only weaken them.
"Earth to Adriana," Daciana tapping my arm pulled me from my train of thoughts. I looked up sharply and blinked a few times to clear the haze from my eyes. I tried to muster a smile so she wouldn't think anything is wrong with me. I know the first thing she would think of is to get me to the doctor, or tell Xander. Both of which were terrible options. "You seem spaced out, everything okay?"
Her face was twisted in concern and she looked over at me the way I see mother's do their pups. That wicked knife of guilt twisted in my heart again. I ignored it.
"Yes, I'm fine." I give my head a shake and clear my throat. "Just a little bored and out of place." she nodded, her face morphing into that of sadness. I didn't want her to feel bad for me, I wasn't a good person. Well, I used to consider myself one but not anymore.
A good person wouldn't play with the emotions of someone that deeply cared about them. It was obvious she cares about me, no one would do the things she has been doing for me since I got here if they didn't have pure intentions. No one in my pack cared to do that. even my caretaker when I was younger did it out of obligation only, and she made sure to let me know. Daciana didn't have to do any of the things she does for me, I would cherish all the love she has shown me forever. No matter where I find myself.
"That's good. I was already thinking of calling the doctor. It's not a concussion, is it?" I shook my head, I had no idea what she was talking about. I just know that my answer is right. "That's great. I wanted to let you rest but something told me to come and check up on you." She looked down at my towel clad body and frowned, like she was just taking notice of my state of undress.
"Why aren't you wearing anything? Do you not like the clothes I picked out for you?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
"No, no. I like them, I was just hungry and when I saw the food, I ate it first then I got lazy and didn't want to stand up." I finished with a small chuckle. She nodded in understanding and placed her hand on mine.
"Oh, it's okay. But it would be better if you got dressed, I wouldn't want you to fall sick." She said, refusing to give up. Wolves didn't get sick from cold, most didn't anyways. They have a strong resilience to cold and the fact that she said that made me want to remind her of the fact. I choose to not say anything, it is better that way. The weaker she thinks I am, the less she would be on guard around me. Which is exactly what I need.
"I knew you were up here alone, do you have anything you like? To keep yourself busy?" God, I so badly wanted to tell her to stop being this good to me, the better she treated me, the more I felt guilty. That wasn't good.
I knew I wasn't worldly all that much and most of my life, the people I've been around were just my father and brothers and some of the pack members, though they did more beating than talking when they saw me. I've been around those people long enough to tell when someone's energy is pure or not. They all had the same aura, Daciana's is refreshing and new, and something I've never experienced in my life. Until I met Aiden at least.
"I don't mind books." I said in a small voice. It is the one thing my family never took away from me. It is the one thing I could say they gave me though, books. No one read them anyway, historical books mostly. I was fascinated by them when I bumped into one when I was twelve. I was running away from Carlson, who was fourteen at the time and it was on the floor. I fell and lost a tooth but I found the book. Carlson then was into the habit of following me around with beheaded dolls promising the same fate to me. They mostly had long blonde hair which he said were similar to mine, and that they represented me and what he would do the same to me one day.
I used to be so terrified, I hated dolls. I hated them more after he started doing that. He didn't stop until he got older and that bored him, also because he found out other ways to torture me. It never gets better for me, only worse.
"Really?!" Daciana squealed suddenly, almost scaring me out of the bed. She recovered and seeing the look of absolute horror on my face chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said laughing, though she had good humor in her eyes. It wasn't like when Carlson pushed me off the stairs when I was five and then started laughing while saying he didn't mean it. He did and we both knew it. "It's just I got excited! I love books, you have to see the library here. Come, we can go right now." she was chattering excitedly as she stood up and started heading for the door. Probably not hearing my footsteps behind her, she turned the excited smile falling off her face a little when I pointed to the wheelchair. It's a good thing it didn't slip my mind, the little trip down memory lane kept me in check. "I'm so sorry I forgot," she said, her tone somber. "But immediately you feel better, I'm taking you down here. What kind of books do you like? Fiction, non-fiction or historical?"
"Any really, but mostly historical." I replied in a more cherry voice. Her excitement is starting to rub off on me.
"Ooohh, which books have you read? I bet you that I know."
"Lycan history mostly." Her smile broadened.
"I have just what you would love."