Mixed Fates

Chapter 19.

Mia’s Pov.

For the past week I have not been alone for one second. It is always mommy or daddy by my side. However, now I am lying alone in my bed just staring up at the ceiling. The thoughts are eating me alive. Knowing that they are alive makes my blood boil and my anger live.

Ian.

His stupid handsome face also keeps popping into my head. He did not let me kill them. He hid them away from me. When I get better, I will find him. He will lead me to them and I will watch, laugh and enjoy every single second I spend killing them. Their faces hunt my dreams, both sleeping and living. Their white coats and their black security clothes.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

I almost popped my stitches jerking in my bed. My magic as exhausted, but it also sprung to life ready to protect me if needed. I hate that my magic can not just heal me as it can kill others. I am just not a healing, caring person. I am a monster, a killer and a….

“Mia?”

Again being pulled out of my thoughts that have been taking over my brain, my magic took control and fire burst from me.

“AAHHHH”

Fire starts to burn the man that is apparently bringing me my food. He drops the food to the ground and starts to slap his body to kill the flames, but they just keep kissing him. I watch him for a few too many seconds before I call my magic back. His back is to me and I just admire the very visible muscles. His shirt is almost all the way burned off him but his pants just have a few holes.

“MIA! WTF!”

“Shut up Greg, you will heal in two seconds”

I don't move in the bed, just tilt my head to the side. Then I notice I called him by his name. I look again in his angry face, yes this is Greg from my school. He turns around to look at me and I wish with all my heart that I was not this ugly right now.

“Fock Greg, steroids much?”

He rips the rest of his shirt off and runs his hand through his hair.

“Well when you left we needed to pump up the security since we did not have your barrier around us.”

I roll my eyes.

“Well since you are not eating this off the floor, I will go down to pick you up a new plate” he grunts.

I don't answer him, I just look back at the window. I have been staring out while the TV was on. Where is mommy? Why is Greg bringing me food?

I bring my arm up, there are about fifty stitches from my wrist to my upper arm. My magic is helping a little so I have a doctors appointment in two days to take out most of them but I still will look like a franken-bride. As soon as my magic will free up for something other than healing and revenge then I will make an illusion spell on to make me look better. I will make all the scars go away, I will make my skin have a little tan and silky smooth. I will make my hair grow long again, my eyelashes long and thick along with my eyebrows perfect. I will make my breast and ass have a lot more round and eye-catching. I will make my

“Will you at least look at me when I am trying to give you your food?”

My eyes rip away from the widow to Greg sitting on my bed with a tray of food on his lap. Why did I not notice he was gaining on me? The smell of the porridge mixed with cinnamon is teasing my nose but my eyes just scan his face.

He has brown thick hair, green and blue eyes with very red lips. I can feel the wolf heat radiate from him and I just want to move over and put my ice cold hands right on his chest that is now wearing a new shirt.

“Doctor Annie also said it would be great today that you would take a few steps today”

I raise an eyebrow at him even though they are not grown in yet.

“I have about a million screws in my body, I can’t be walking around” I growl at him.

He brings a spoonful up to my mouth.

“Yeah but she said that if you don't move then your hips will close up and you will lose feeling and some other bull-s**t that I don't understand. You will just have to stand up and walk five steps today” he says in a voice I would feel he would use with children.

“Maybe tomorrow” I mumble and take the spoon from him.

We sit in silence while I eat what I can of the food but I drink the whole protein drink. I like the silence, I like just listening to nothing while I can. It never lasts long though, but here, sitting alone with Greg… I can hear the silence and just that. There is no voice calling me to kill, there is no yelling of pain from my past. Just silence.

“Alright, Grandma get up”

I send him daggers with my eyes but he just looks unbothered.

“Ohh fock you too so just get up” he growls.

I made no sign to move, since I am not moving. He reaches over the bed to grab hold of me but my magic flares up to protect me. He growls and snaps away from me.

“Fock Mia.” he growls at me while the burns on his body heal.

He stands there looking at me, like we are in a standoff that I know he will not win. I might be drained of magic but he knows he can not possibly win against me.

Then all of a sudden, he leaps over the bed, brings one arm under my legs, another under my lower back and pulls me forwards. I panic so this time my fire gets a little out of control burning the bed too. He panics and starts to slap the bed to kill the flames but I just wave my hand killing them, but I am sitting on a big burn mark.

“Mom will be so angry” I sigh.

Then I look at him and I instantly pull all my fire back to me and lock it down. His arms are almost burned to the bone and his chest is also burned. The horrible flesh-burn smell is in the air, making me feel nauseous.

“Greg, are you focking serious? What the hell are you doing? Just leave! I don't care about hurting you but burning my bed is over the line” I snap at him.

He straightened his back and gave a big sigh, I can see his fist tighten and untighten.

“You have always been so difficult! Can you just not be a b***h for a second and let me help you? It is doctor's orders for goddess sake!” he snaps back.

Always?

“You don't know me! How dare you talk to me like that? I am the alphas' daughter!” I growl.

He looks dumbfounded at me.

“I don't know you? Are you really that self-involved that you just can't see past your high nose? We grew up in the same pack! We went to the same school! You selfish brat!”

Without thinking about it I stand up to be at eye level with him, he is making me so mad! If he keeps crossing the line I will lose my temper.

“What did you just call me? This is a big pack, that is a big school! You prick!”

The air around us is getting thicker and hotter, I can see the sweat starting to form on his forehead. I can feel my magic moving from one place to the other. It is weird to think about sometimes and feel it. I can feel it move from fire to barrier or to healing. It is though harder to keep it in some projects. It is like pushing water into a balloon but never putting on a knot just holding the ballon and walking around.

“Hey I am just here to help you heal faster! I am here because I volunteered to come and help you walk and move around! Well I guess I made a mistake and you are just as ungrateful witch as you always was. I just thought your hardship would have made you a little softer to other peoples feelings”

I want to punch him in the face but the power in my legs gives out and I land on the bed.

“You know nothing about what happened to me!”

“And now I don't want to know”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“Your heart is just as black as your hair was”

“Well too bad for me! So just leave me alone and fock off!”

He growls at me and walks out of the room. I move to the side and lay down on the bed where there is not a burn mark. I will wait for mommy to come and she can help me walk away from the bed so she or some omega can change the bed.