Chapter 86: Violet

It’s been two weeks since I sliced my arm and had to rest. I was bored out of my mind. Any time I tried to do something, Simon was there telling me to relax, and he would do it for me. Even when I was going to the bathroom, he would jump up and ask me what I needed. He was treating me like a baby bird. The only times he would be a little rough with me was during sex and that was painfully infrequent. He was very much aware of my injury and didn’t want to make it worse.

I would try to seduce him by walking around naked. Rubbing lotion on myself for him to see. He would stare, I could see him aroused. But he wouldn’t take me. The few times that I could get him to do me was when I forced myself on him. Today was the day the doctor was going to take the stitches out and give me a clean bill of health. Then I hoped Simon would take me right then and there without much coaxing.

I threw on a t-shirt and a cardigan to go over it to make it easier to access for the doctor. Simon had some tasks to do before the appointment, he all but demanded to join. I was waiting for him, even if he was a little late, I had to wait. He was busier these last couple weeks. He was growing his company and had the support of other packs. He ensured that they were working well with our pack, and he needed to do regular check-ins with the new staff. So far there was nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone was working out. But each evening when he would return, he had a look of concern on his face.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t really seen much of Greta or Jared. They were always working on something. She had guard duty and was always on patrol. The times I did see her she looked dead tired. She would even fall asleep during a conversation.

I felt they weren’t telling me something. Simon promised that he would tell me everything that concerned me. I hoped he didn’t go back on that promise. Even though Greta was technically my Beta, she had to listen to the Alpha first and foremost. My commands came second. But I would hope that our friendship would overrule all of that. I would talk to Simon today.

I sat on the end of the bed, Simon had five minutes before we needed to be at my appointment. He would say, he’s the Alpha, exceptions could be made. He would also say, you’re the Luna. I still thought it was rude to be late.

The minutes ticked by. It was now ten past eleven. I thought through our mate link, are you coming?

I waited for a response. None came. Maybe I did it wrong. It was now half past eleven. I sent another message. I’m going without you. I stood and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. I knew the way to the infirmary by heart, I would visit there daily for the doctor to check up on me. He started by making room visits, but I told him I could make the trek down, it would give me something to do.

I liked the doctor. He was straight to the point kind of man. He had a dry sense of humor that if you didn’t notice it, you would think he was being an asshole. As far as I knew, he wasn’t mated, and he preferred it that way. He was married to his work and didn’t’ want the distraction. From what he said, he was working on something to make the wolves impenetrable. He said he was almost there but needed a little more time and he would present it to Simon.

I walked through the doctor’s office door. Doctor Price was sitting over a folder, crossing things out and writing something in the margin. “Sorry I’m late. I was waiting for Simon, but he didn’t show.”

“No worries, Luna. That’s typical Simon.” He said crossing off one more thing, closed the folder and looked at me. “How is my suicide patient doing?”

I rolled my eyes at him. In one of the visits, I explained what happened and now that was a running joke for him. “I’m good, ready to get these stitches out.”

“Have a seat and let’s have a look.” He rolled his chair over to the medical bed as I sat down and took off my cardigan. “Ahhh, this healed nicely.” He twisted my arm to look at every angle. “You are ready!” He sat my arm down and clapped.

He rolled over to the cabinet and opened a drawer that had a sanitized pack that had gauze and medical scissors.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, I am.” I smiled at him. I watched him as he worked on the first few stitches, cutting and pulling out the thread. He set the scissors down, halfway through the line. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re about to have a visitor and I’m very confident that I won’t mess up, but I would rather be safe than sorry.” He rolled back to the corner as soon as the door to the office slammed open. Simon was looming in the doorway breathing heavily.

“I told you to wait!” He strode toward me and stood in front of me. He looked down at my exposed arm. “Is she ready to have her stitches out?”

“Yes, I am. And I waited for you for a half hour. I didn’t want to make the doctor wait any longer.” I gave him a stern look.

“Are you sure she is ready. We can always keep them in for a bit longer just to make sure.” He took my arm and looked at it. The pink scar that now graced my arm was completely healed. He looked over to the doctor.

“She is ready, Alpha.” The doctor responded. “Now if you don’t mind, I would like to continue taking out the stitches that you so rudely interrupted.” Doctor Price wheeled himself back in front of my arm and proceeded to remove the stitches.

“I’m sorry, baby. There was an issue at…” He stopped. “I couldn’t get away.”

“I tried to send you a message.” I bit my lip.

“I know. I got it. I just couldn’t respond.” He took my hand that wasn’t being worked on.

“You could have responded.” What was he doing that he couldn’t respond? It would have taken a few seconds to give me an update. But no. Was he seeing someone on the side while I was injured?

“I promise that it was important.”

I just nodded. I watched the doctor work on my arm, expertly pulling the stitches out. I could barely feel a thing that he was doing.

“All done.” He patted my arm. “Go about you day. And please think twice before stabbing yourself with a knife.”

“Will do, doctor. Thank you.” I smiled at him and hopped off the table and walked out of the room. Simon was following behind. I was angry. I knew I shouldn’t have been, but he wasn’t telling me something. I could feel it. I picked up the pace and was at the stairs before he said anything.

“Violet.” he said softly.

I quick stepped up the stairs with him in tow. I didn’t respond. I could feel my anger boiling at the surface. The same anger that had me yelling at him the first time I met him.

“Violet, baby!” He yelled after me, trying to catch up.

I didn’t turn or answer. I walked into the bedroom and to our bathroom and locked the door behind me. Not two seconds later he was knocking at the door.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He said through the door.