Chapter 5 Chapter 5
Anna's POV
I woke up snuggled up to a warm, hard pillow. Opening my eyes, I see Derek lying beside me. Oh no, I think of trying to get up, but he holds on tight. I wiggle away and hurry to the bathroom to freshen up. Looking in the mirror, I gasp; he marked me. Nora is happy; I'm not happy about this one bit. I didn't consent to this shit at all. I sigh sadly, knowing I'm stuck now. Nora keeps rambling on about him, and I can't tune her out. Fucking Nora is beyond happy.
And talking away as I brush my teeth and fix my bird's nest hair. Heading out, I ran into Derek, and when he steadied me, I felt tingles go over my skin. Great, just great. I think I'm feeling sad he marked me because his pack needed a luna. I sighed.
"I thought you ran," he grumbled. Nice. Derek Glad you care. I thought of sighing again.
"No, I just had to use the bathroom," I mumbled, feeling stupid. "He doesn't give a fuck about us," I told Nora.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess," I whisper, another fucking lie. I still feel awful, and I should be dying, but no, he had to mark me.
He cups my face and makes me look up. He studies my mark and hums approval. I move more to head back to bed because I'm still tired. I yawn as he goes in and does whatever his morning ritual is while I settle in my bed that smells of his scent. Great, just what I need. I huff while Nora talks about him being ours.
When he comes out, he moves me over and crawls in beside me. I feel the bond, but the love two destined wolves share is missing. I know he marked me to save me, but the love I crave is not here. I sigh and turn on the TV and try to find something to watch. After a while I felt him staring at me.
"Yes, Derek, what is it?" I ask, getting annoyed.
"Do you feel better now?" I'm just going to lie; no one needs to know I don't feel better. My body hurts, and my head aches really bad.
"My head hurts a little, and I ache. I'm still tired," I ramble on, lying like usual. Nora says he cares, but I point out no, the fuck he doesn't; he just wants a luna for his pack.
"Want me to ring the doctor?" he asked. Like he fucking cares when I know he doesn't. He only cared for the slut.
"No, I should be okay," I answer back, staring at the show that is playing on the TV.
He looks at me skeptically but keeps quiet. We lay watching a show, and he gathered me to lay on his chest. I ignore the tingles, but it is comforting as I drift off listening to his heartbeat. I hear him shift to hold me tighter as the doctor comes back in. I'm too sleepy to open my eyes, so I drift off.
"She is doing better, but we are still worried she isn't gaining weight at all, and it appears she is losing instead," he says, causing Derek to growl. "Why the fuck is he growling? He already said he doesn't care for us; he needs to stop pretending," I huff to Nora.
"What do you mean losing? She should be fine. I marked her and accepted our bond," he growls loudly and gets mad.
I whimper, and all goes quiet. I need sleep. He can just shut up. Who cares if I die? I know he wouldn't fucking miss me.
"We weighed her, and she lost twenty more," he states, checking his chart. I can hear how worried Todd is, but I'm beyond caring.
"We'll fix it," Derek hisses, holding me tighter to him. I really want to laugh. He is a good actor.
"We are trying alpha. I swear we are; I just can't medically say why her weight keeps dropping," he says, leaving no doubt scared of Derek. I fully fall asleep only to wake to a grouchy Derek.
I shift and slowly wake to a pissed-off Derek. He glares at me, and I look up at him confused—well, fake confusion because I really don't care how pissed he is. All of this is his and Ellie the whore's fault. Both are to blame for this shit.
"Your weight is down more, Anna; you seriously need to eat," he growls. I nod and look away. My appetite went away, and I stopped eating a lot. I nodded, knowing arguing would be useless because he was pissed about my weight. "Now he cares," I say, hearing Nora huff at my attitude.
Funny because now he worries. He wasn't so concerned before. I sighed and lay back on my pillow, but instead he moved me to lie on him. I'd rather lie on the bed but kept my mouth shut.
"I got my dad to bring us food, and you're going to eat, Anna," he orders. I nod.
"I'll try, Derek," I responded softly. I'm not arguing with him; fuck that. Get bent, Derek.
"Not kidding, Anna, you're eating," he growls. "Wow, nice," Nora says. "I love his growl." I just scoff, reminding her he gives no fucks for us. He is looking out for his pack.
I nod, feeling his body heat on my face. His chest is muscular and defined, and I like being close to him but only for warmth. I yawn and close my eyes, trying to ignore my wolf as she purrs. "Freaking slutbag wolf," I scold her. She chuckles at me.
She chuckles and goes back to purring while I sigh in frustration. She is enjoying this too damn much. She enjoys this. Damn horny wolf.
"I'm still tired," I offer, keeping my eyes closed. I'd rather sleep around him; there's no use being awake because he only cares about the pack, or let's not forget the whore.
"Sleep; I'll wake you when my dad gets here," he says, covering me up. I just fall asleep and cuddle up to my pillow. I hear Nora muttering about how I need to try to be happy, but I fall deeper into sleep, enjoying the silence.
Silence is my only comfort, it seems; at least it doesn't hate me.