Chapter 12 Amalia

’‘Ow,’ I groaned out.

‘Agreed, ow,’ Beren stated from where she resided in our shared mind.

‘What happened?’ I asked. I was trying to piece together what happened.

‘The last thing I remember, before we were cut off, was silver chains,’ Beren sighed tiredly.

‘Silver chains!’ I shouted as I tried to wake myself up. I was cuffed and dragged to the basement. Dad, no, Thomas, beat me. Rose watched us and then tried to comfort me. Where was Rose? Where was my pup? ‘Beren, I need to wake up now!’

‘I’m trying! We were hurt pretty badly. I need time,’ she howled, pain and desperation lacing her tone.

I knew that her pain was physical and emotional. She wanted to be awake as much as I did to make sure that Rose was alright. ‘I know, I know. I just, I can’t lose her,’ I cried.

‘We won’t lose our pup. If they hurt her, I don’t give a damn about pack law. I will kill them all,’ Beren growled.

It was now a waiting game. We had woken from whatever blackness that had trapped us, only to be trapped in our mind. Time flowed by with no way to measure it. I couldn’t tell if it was minutes, hours, or even days. Beren and I only had each other. And to pass the time, we plotted ways to kill Thomas, Marie, and Mellisa.

It was relaxing to contemplate murder without little ears to hear. We had come up with a lot of ways to kill the three. I was voicing my seventeenth way when I heard voices. Beren and I stopped talking immediately and listened. Several male voices talked around us. I couldn’t place them. The only thing I knew for sure was not a single one was Thomas’s. I let out a sigh of relief at that knowledge. Thomas wasn’t here, he wasn’t torturing me.

The next thing I heard was a rhythmic beep. I heard it faintly. It reminded me of the time I went to visit Grandma Rose in the hospital before she died.

“Guess!” the sound of an excited child entered the male voices. “Guess what we did!”

That motivated us to open our eyes. My eyes few open at the sound of my baby. I didn’t care that machines started beeping wildly. I didn’t care at the multiple men stood around me, shouting words. All I cared about was making sure my baby was safe. I fought to get away from the wires attached to me. I was desperate to hold her and comfort her.

“Mommy!” my Rosebud sobbed. She ducked under one of the guys that went to pick her up. Rose was successful in climbing up, onto my bed before a different guy snatched her up. “Mommy!” Rose sobbed again as she reached out for me.

Beren and I growled. It was so deep, I felt like the room shook. Although, it may have been me. The guy holding Rose hesitated. “Let my pup go!” I shouted, or tried to. My voice was hoarse from disuse and the screaming.

“She’ll be okay,” a voice tried to sooth.

I didn’t listen. I fought harder to get to my pup.

“Stop, please, Ama,” a different voice begged. Maybe it was the plea, maybe it was the tone, or even the fact that I knew that voice, but I paused.

“Mark?” I croaked, shock overwhelming me.

“It’s me, Ama. It’s me. We finally found you,” he said as he was standing beside my bed. His hands on my shoulders, trying to keep me in the bed.

“Mommy?” Rose continued to sob.

“I got her,” I heard someone say. I looked and saw Calyx. His hair still straight compared to his brothers with a slight curl.

“Cal?” I asked.

“Hi,” he whispered as he brought Rose closer to the bed.

I was about to reach out and take Rose when the door slammed open. We all jumped at the noise.

“Everyone out, I need to check and make sure Amalie is okay,” the doctor stated as he walked into the room.

“Dramatic much,” James snipped. I finally recognizing him.

“Yes, I am when one of my patients wake up from her coma,” he growled as he pinned a glare at the beta. “Now out, all of you.”

Markus and Calyx went to argue.

“I don’t care that she is your mate. I need to talk with her and do a thorough run through,” he growled.

“Uncle Will,” Mark whined.

“No, out,” he ordered again.

My brain short circuited. He did not say mate. The doctor had to be wrong.

‘Not wrong! You felt the sparks from Markus!’ she howled with joy.

‘What? How?’ I demanded.

‘Don’t know, Moon goddess knew we needed each other,’ Beren stated. I knew that if she was human, she would have been shrugging her shoulders.

“Now, Amalie, I need to go over a few things with you,” Doc Will started to explain.

I tuned back into what he was saying. Only now noticing that my pup and mates were gone. I was alone.

“You’ve been in a coma for almost two weeks. You had silver poisoning from the cuffs on each of your limbs and you were severally beaten,” he started.

I scoffed at that. I wasn’t severally beaten, I was almost killed. I was beaten within an inch of my life and my baby had to watch that. I was then asleep for two weeks while she continued to suffer at the hands of parents. No, that last part wasn’t true. If I was reading the room right in the few seconds that I saw everyone, the twins were watching my pup.

“I realize that it might seem like I am down playing your trauma, but I’m not. I am laying out what happened so we can set goals and move forward,” he explained. “So, with that in mind, I’m going to see how your physical status is fairing. I will then get a therapist in here to talk with you about what you went through at the hands of your parents. Once all that is done, we will figure out a treatment plan. Are you okay with all that?”

“I… Yeah, I’m okay with that. But can I have Rose here with me?” I asked. I wanted to hold her.

“Not yet. I don’t think you want her to see the scars you have or for her to hear about them. If you are uncomfortable being alone with me, I can have one of you mates come back in and sit with us,” Doctor Will offered instead.

“I… I would like that,” I stated.