CHAPTER 5

"What did you just say?" He asked me in a cool voice containing steel.

I shifted on the bed, my eyes skithering to the door in case he tried anything foul. "I-I said I am not going to accept your rejection."

He scoffed, loomed closer as his fist flexed as though he had it in his mind to squash me, then after an eerie silence, he let out a dark smirk, turned and hurried to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, tried to lift my head but fell back in pain. That was my mate walking away. I lost the love of my life only to find my mate and now has was only going to reject me and walk away like that? "Come back here!"

The door had already smacked on my face and two minutes later, the lady from before came barreling in. This time she wasn't smiling. "What did you do to the King?"

"Excuse me?"

"He was very crossed and ordered you were to be cared for and discharged immediately." She took my wrist and checked for something I didn't care for as my mind was elsewhere.

"Is he your King? Like the over all King, like the Alpha King?"

"Yes, and no one, absolutely no one in there right mind infuriates him. He's as short-tempered as the bull and easily flips." She dropped the hand and once more the smile returned. "You seem to be making a quick recovery."

"And my legs?" I dangled my hanging legs and she nodded too.

"The physiotherapist will come in this night to make sure you are checked out. Don't worry, you are in good hands. You should be happy the King left you alive. Not many of your kind have crossed our border and left alive."

As if that was supposed to pacify me. Why did he leave me alive if he was going to reject me?

"Where does your King live?"

She wiped her hands in a napkin, her piercing blue eyes pinning on me. "He lives in the centre of the town, Miss. You are quiet an inquisitive one." Because he's my fucken mate, I wanted to yell. As though I would care if a Lycan meowed like a cat.

"I think I need be alone, thanks." I sighed.

"Alright, I will come_" Our attention went to the door as it swayed open and two hefty men stood there. They shared a look with each other, nodded, and went out.

The woman looked at me this time with worry. "Who do you say you are again?"

"What?"

"Those are palace guards. The King never send them to guard anyone except someone close to him. I'm merely surprised to see them here considering you are what we Lycans call, Salusas..."

I wrinkled my brows. "What does that mean?"

She patted my shoulders as she made to leave. "It means, outcasts."

Oh. Well, technically since I was not a werewolf, maybe I won't be considered a Sal..sandy... Whatever she called it.

The thought of that brought tears to my eyes. I looked away. What was happening now back at home? Are my parents searching for me? Do they miss me?

Well, they ain't even my parents. They would be relieved to be rid of me. After all, I was not one of them. If only they told me the truth, I would never have had to go out there to be disgraced in front of everyone.

Now, not only do I have to think of the betrayal of my best friend, Julian, I had to think of their betrayal as my supposed parents.

I was all alone in the world.

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Some days later, I was feeling better according to Nurse Cynthia as she asked me to call her. She said I recovered too fast more than she anticipated. What I didn't tell her that I have always been like that since I was a kid.

I had this tendency of recovering too fast that even my parent at a time said I was going to be a very powerful werewolf. Too bad all those things has merely been a sham.

I kicked my legs and then I eased out of the bed, reached for the needle injected into my wrist and removed it at once. It stung so badly that I winced and lifted my head until the pain allayed, then I searched for my slippers and wore them.

I was in the hospital blue gown, so I looked around if they helped me bring in my bag from the car. That was if they saw it. Nothing.

I intended to leave here today, and there was nothing that would stop me. I had to look for that obnoxious King and have him take back his word.

He couldn't reject me. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go back to my pack because I couldn't bear the shame, and I couldn't even go to the human kingdom because that will be a waste of time. I hardly knew anyone there and knew nothing about how to live a normal life.

I peeped through the door hole, the two hunky men were standing there. Fuck!

I raked my head on what to do. Something struck.

I skimmed my eyes around the room, until my eyes closed on the flower vase by the window. I went to pick it up, came back to the door, and then I hauled

it across the room towards my bed.

It crashed loudly on the floor and broke to pieces, creating a loud noise that drew their attention. Then I cried, "Help me!"

In the snap of an eye, they came barreling into the room.

I hurriedly hid at the back of the door that as they went further into the room, they didn't see me sneak out and ran with every strength I could muster down the hall, and hid in the first room by my left. Luckily, it was empty.

I waited.

"Did you see a petite girl with blonde hair?" I heard one of the guys ask someone.

"No,"

"Hey, you, have you seen your patient? The blondie?"

"What? Gwen?" Oh, poor Cynthia. She sounded shocked. "No. What happened?"

Her feet receded as she hastened towards my former room.

Soon, I didn't hear any of their voices. I counted to ten and then as my eyes took in my environment, I discovered a pink dress hanging by a rack. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed into it.

Five minutes later when I came out of the room and matched down the hall straight for the front door, I could swear none of those men would recognize me if they passed me; I was looking totally different with my face mask on and my hair in a white bonnet.

Now, I go in search of my mate.

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