Running Wild

Chapter 4

"Ok let's make this quick."

"Are you really in that much of a rush to leave?"

"Umm yeah, I already told you I didn't want to be here and as of right now I have no reason to want to stay."

He sighs and opens the door to what I assume is the hospital. We walk in and are instantly greeted by a nurse.

"Right this way, Alpha, the doctor is ready for you."

"Thank you, Pam, Vanessa, follow me. I'll take you to the doctor."

"Fine."

He walks down a hallway and opens a door on our left.

"After you."

I enter the room and sit on the bed. The alpha or shall I say Devin, comes in and closes the door behind us, giving us some unneeded privacy.

'Why is he still here?'

'Cause he thinks he is our mate.'

'Can’t he take a hint that we don't want him here?'

'You know as well as I do that until the doctor says there is nothing wrong with us he's not going anywhere.'

'This is so stupid!'

'Yeah, well nothing we can do about it.'

I groan internally as a man in a lab coat enters the room and grabs a clipboard. Here we go.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Peterson. I'll be helping you figure out if everything is ok or not."

"Perfect, now that that's settled does he have to stay?"

He looks at Devin, who gives him a look and the doctor clears his throat as he looks back at me.

"He can stay."

"You're only saying that because he's your Alpha! I'm the patient, doesn't it matter what I want or feel comfortable with?"

"Yes, but I'd rather not get on his bad side, so please let us continue."

“That’s bullsh*t! What happened to patient confidentiality?”

“I’m sorry Miss, but I can't defy my Alpha.”

I let out a groan of frustration before taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself.

"Fine... Let's get this over with." I say through clenched teeth.

"Perfect. Now I was told you were given wolfsbane?"

"Correction, I was forcefully injected with wolfsbane."

"Do you happen to know how much?"

"No."

"How long ago were you injected with it?"

"Well... I'm not entirely sure."

"No worries, we'll do some blood work and see what we can find out."

"Alright."

"Do you have any symptoms?"

"I feel fine."

"She can't feel the mate bond."

I glare at Devin and if looks could kill, he'd be dead 10 times over.

“What do you mean, Alpha?”

“I feel the mate bond, and she feels absolutely nothing.”

The doctor turns his attention to me and looks at me curiously.

“Do you feel your wolf?”

“Yes, I feel her, I can even talk to her. She feels jacksh*t towards him and i don't feel anything either except for pure irritation and anger for keeping me here against my will.”

“I see, wolfsbane, if administered in a high dosage, could cause you not to feel the mate bond.”

“That's great.” I reply sarcastically. “But explain how I am able to reach my wolf then? If the dose was that high, I wouldn't be able to communicate with her.”

“That’s also a fair point,” the doctor sighs. “Let's at least start with a blood test. That way we can see if the wolfsbane is still in your system or any other drug that could numb the bond.”

“Fine.” I say as I stick out my arm towards the doctor.

The doctor takes some blood from my veins and heads out of the room. I sigh and look over at Devin. My so-called mate and one of the most annoying Alpha’s I have ever met.

“So you really believe I'm your mate?”

“Believe? No, I know for a fact that you are mine.”

“It doesn't make sense though.”

“I know, but I have no doubt that something is blocking you from feeling our bond.”

“Whatever you say.'' I sigh, “why do you even want me to feel the bond? I'm a rogue, not really mate material.”

“You being a rogue doesn't matter to me.”

“You don't get it, I've been a rogue for most of my life. I don't think I'll be able to adapt to pack life. I doubt I'm even your mate.”

“I’m sure you'll be fine. With my support and the support of the pack, you'll do amazing here.”

“You don't get it! I've been on my own since I was 10. I don't do people!”

“Wait, how old are you?”

“One that's rude, and two, I'm twenty.”

“Sorry, but do you mean to tell me that you've been a rogue for 10 years?”

“Yeah, I thought you picked up on that already.”

“So was your whole family made rogue?”

“Ha! Now that's funny! I don't have a family. I already told you I've been alone since I was 10. And I already said I'm fine with it, in fact I love being a rogue!”

“Why would a pack kick out a child?”

“Because they could.”

“No, no sane Alpha would kick out a 10-year-old. There must be a reason.”

“Of course, it couldn't be the Packs' fault, or the Alphas. No, you must blame the child.”

“No, that's not what I'm saying.”

“Well, you're right about there being a reason for them tossing me out.”

“So what was the reason?”

“I killed people.” I say bluntly.

He chuckles, “I'm sorry but no ten-year-old girl could kill someone.”

I glare at him. “Well, I did. I killed so many of them. They all deserved it and worse.”

“If what you're saying is true, how many did you kill?”

“Goddess, it's been so long… I’d have to say at least seven or eight before i was stopped.”

“How could a child kill so many?”

“Well, obviously, I had the help of my wolf.”

“That's not possible. We don't get our wolves until we turn 15.”

“Well, that didn't seem to be the case for me.”

“Why did you kill them?”

“Because I could, no more questions. I'm done discussing this topic.”

“One more thing, how old were the people you killed?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“They were full-grown adults.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, now are we done?”

“You're a hell of a strong she-wolf.”

“No sh*t.”

“Glad you know it, don't let anyone ever tell you differently.”

“I don't, I know my worth. And if they ever tried, they would probably not live long enough to say it twice.”

“That I can believe. Do you happen to know what rank you were in your old pack?”

“No, and I already told you I'm done discussing my past.”

“What about your parents?”

“No idea, now drop it!”

“How could you not know your own parents rank?”

“I am an orphan, happy?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Mhmm, I don't give a rat's a*s about your stupid apology, ok? I'm twenty years old, and I've gotten over it.”

“I don't think that's something you can just get over.”

“Oh yeah? And how would you know? Are you a licensed therapist?”

“No.”

“I didn't f*cking think so, as I've already said. Drop. it.”

“Ok, I'm sorry.”

“Whatever, you clearly don't listen.”

“Would you like to talk about something else?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Goddess give me patience…” I murmur to myself. “Take a f*cking hint, dammit! I don't want to talk, I don't want to be here! How much longer is this going to take?”

“I'm not sure.”