Chapter 45

Chapter 45
When I woke up, I was still in Reid’s bedroom, but I was no longer on the bed and Reid was long gone. I inhaled deeply through my nose and found that his scent had faded, meaning he had been gone at least a couple of hours. 

As I looked around, I rubbed the crusty sleep from my eyes and waited for the fog to clear from my head. Everywhere that I looked had these weird stripes overlaying it, and it took me far too long to realise that it was the bars from the cage. In my sleep, Reid had moved me from the bed to the cage, obviously having come out of his own fog long enough to lock me in my own personal prison.  

I cursed under my breath at now being kept locked up like this, but I guess it beats having a massive leather dog collar on that was rubbing the crap out of me; my neck was sore from the constant friction and the weight of the chain pulling on it. I subconsciously brushed my hand against the area where the old restraints used to sit, setting off shooting pains from the fresh sores. 

When I put my hand back down on the floor to support me as I sat up, it knocked against something metal that clanged against something else. I looked down and seen the two fucking goddess-damn dog bowls. That motherfucker may have had the decency to fill one with water and left a sandwich in the other, but it was still degrading as hell.  

I picked them both up, turned them so that they would fit through the bars and frisbeed them across the room, spraying water and food everywhere, not wanting anything to do with them and deciding to make a bit of a statement of it. 

My hand brushed the newly constructed steel as I was pulling it back in through the bars when it burned me. I cried out mostly from the shock of it, but the pain that I experienced was still considerable. 

The latch creaked as the door handle was pulled, then the door swung open into the room. 

“I thought that I heard you.” Reid waltzed in, looking particularly smug with himself. “All comfy in there?” 

“Oh, look at that, you did a funny!” I refused to smile and sarcastically remarked at Reid’s pathetic attempt at trying to bully me.  

“What happened in here?” He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the mess that I had made with the two doggy bowls. His face went blank as he regarded me still sitting on the floor of the cage, waiting for his next personality switch to give me whiplash. 

“You thought to try and dehumanize me with those fucking things, that’s what.” 

Reid tried to square up to me by standing as close as possible to the bars without actually touching them and giving me a look that meant there was a high risk of physical harm, possibly even death. But, when you have a steel cage infused with silver standing between you, it kinda loses the threatening impact that you are aiming for. 

“Just who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?” He growled at me, making me want to laugh at the cliché of it all.  

“What do you want anyway?”

“You’ve been summoned.” So now we were back to the short, snappy chats then I guess. 

“Summoned to where and who by?” 

My face contorted in surprise and confusion; no-one in this pack knew me, so who the hell here on this Goddess-green earth would request my presence?

“My dad wants you to go see him in the hospital.” 

My blood froze solid in my veins the second that he said Corbin was the one that wanted me. I felt pure terror at the possibility of seeing him after what I had done to him earlier. Every single part of my body was going into overdrive as every scenario for my end played out in my head faster than any normal person would be able to construct. 

“What for? That prick hates me, so why would he want to see me?” My voice was heavily laden with the anxiety that I was experiencing. 

“Not a clue; he never said what he wanted you for. But if I was to hazard a guess? Then it would probably be to do with with the punishment that he has decided upon for you.”  He was no longer glaring at me between the bars, on the verge of singeing his face. Instead, Reid had moved to the door of the cage and pulled a key out from his front pocket, inserted it into the built-in lock and let the door swing open.  

I scurried backwards on my butt to the rear of the cage where it was still just the wall and no bars. Pressing my back against it and crossing my arms and legs, I was determined to be defiant about going anywhere with him, especially when it was to a musty old hospital where his dad was waiting for me. 

Reid ducked his head as he stepped in with me, a menacing look on his handsome but devilish face.  

“You will go where you're told. You will not cause any problems. You will move that fucking arse, out of this cage and through those doors to the hospital right now.”

It did not take any more convincing to shake a leg and face the music; I was up and squeezing past Reid who was hovering by the door, scorching the bare skin on the backs of my arms and legs as I went.  

I lingered by the bedroom door for him because he had decided to go to the bathroom, instead of leaving the room like he had originally intended and making me stand around like a twat.  

Shortly after he went in, I heard the toilet flush through the closed door, and soon after that the water hitting the tiles as the shower was turned on.  

The bathroom door opened silently, and Reid stepped out shirtless, and fuck did he look every bit a Greek God. He disappeared into his walk-in closet, emerging seconds later carrying a fresh set of clothes. I was watching him as he paused in the doorway, and his eyes went out of focus as he communicated with his wolf, Gunner.  

“Get in here.” His voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife that I was not expecting. I did not know what shocked me more though; the suddenness of him speaking, or what he had said. 

“Wait, what?”  

“I don’t have time for this.” He muttered to himself, closed his eyes and pinched the top of his nose in frustration. “Get in here now and have a shower. You stink, you’ve been in my t-shirt for fuck-knows how long, you’re filthy and you have blood all over you. Now move.” 

I hopped to it, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than I already had, and hoping like mad that he was not going to be staying in the room with me whilst I washed. I hovered, observing him as he moved about the room getting towels together and adjusting the temperature of the water.  

I had not been thinking about what he was doing, just mindlessly gazing when suddenly, he undone his jeans, stepped out of them and with his dick swinging around like it was the one that owned the place, he stepped under the steady stream of hot water. 

I was too distracted, hyper-focusing on every little bead of water trickling down his luscious skin; I craved to follow the wet path that each drop had left with my tongue, wherever it was that they went. 

“Are you just going to watch? Or are you getting in?” 

Oh bollocks, here we go.