The Human In The Wolf Pack
Chapter 16

I woke up to the feeling of warm arms wrapped securely around me. I peeked up at Rider’s face, blinking at him tiredly before I awoke fully. How did I end up in his bed? As the Alpha slept peacefully beside me, I began to recall all that at happened. I sighed, how was I going to deal with this mess? Why were Alphas so difficult?

I haven’t known Rider was my mate for more than 2 weeks and already he’s slept around, screamed at me and even if by accident, gave me bruises. What am I supposed to do? I didn’t want to leave him, just the thought of abandoning him made my heart bleed, but things couldn’t continue like this. I wasn’t sure which Rider was real, the sweet man who was playful and smiled beautifully, or the glaring giant who only knew harsh words and treated me cruelly. I unraveled myself from Rider’s grip, instantly feeling the cold hit me like a ton of bricks.

My body instantly began to shudder and shake, as I stood on weak legs. My head fogged over, and began to pound with a migraine. I winced, grabbing my pounding skull. What was going on? I felt myself sway on my feet as Rider stirred awake.

“Vera?” He called out, his voice gruff from sleep as his hand searched for me on the bed.

“Here,” I whispered, the slightest noise felt like my head would split open.

I let out a soft whimper from pain.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, sitting up, alarmed.

I noticed his shirt was gone as he stretched, but in my current state I couldn’t even oogle or scold him.

“I’m ok,” I said after a moment, trying to decide if I could escape to the guest room without collapsing.

A second later, Rider had me in his arms as he felt my forehead.

“God Vera, you’re burning up,” he whispered, concerned.

I shrugged and leaned into his chest. Mm, that felt good. He was warm…

“Are you feeling sick?”

I shrugged again and scooted closer to him, causing his wolf to purr.

“You feel nice and warm. I’m cold,” I complained softly.

He g*****d, frustrated as he lifted me up. I curled in to him and let darkness claim me in sleep once again.

….

“I thought you said she was fine?” I heard Rider growl.

Slowly, a part of me became more conscious. Too tired to open my eyes, I attempted to ignore him so that I could fall back to sleep.

“She was! She probably just caught a cold because she was out in the cold and wet for so long yesterday,” an unfamiliar voice replied anxiously.

“She’s burning up! Even compared to my body heat,” Rider growled.

It was silent as footsteps approached. Rider snarled and I felt him jerk me closer.

“Alpha, I need to have contact with her if you want her to get better.”

I heard a small growl before hands touched my forehead. The hand was cool, and soft. Not like Rider’s hands. I frowned slightly, whose hand is touching me? I wanted to wake up but I couldn’t. My eyes were like 800 pound weights, I couldn’t lift them.

“Yes, her fevers quite high…” He trailed off worried.

“Set her on the bed, I’ll get my supplies ready,” the doctor said then thought better and added

“Please.”

I was gently released from Rider’s arms then all the sudden, I was no longer peaceful. I curled in on myself, freezing. My teeth chattered violently as I tried to stay warm. My head started pounding so hard I let out a whimper and my throat burned. Somebody quickly scooped me back up again and the word resumed to be a bit better.

My head ache just a dull throb, my throat just a little scratch and I was no longer freezing. I knew exactly who had me: Rider.

“Looks like that’s not going to work,” the other man grumbled.

Realizing that there was no way I could fall back to sleep in these conditions, I finally won the struggle and opened my eyes. I winced and squinted. Jesus H. Christ, it’s bright.

“Hey Vera,” my mate said softly, worry on his face.

I looked at him, and reached up to touched his cheek. It was kinda prickly, he had the tiniest bit of stubble. He leaned into my palm with a frustrated sigh.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at his handsome face.

Rider really was amazingly good looking. His silver, hard metal like eyes, his dark hair and slightly tan, blemish free skin. He was like a model. No, more than a model. A supermodel. I giggled at that. He gave me a confused look. I pinched the cheek I had been cupping.

“My super model,” I cooed. He swatted my hand away gently with a reprimanding look.

I giggled again.

“Hello Luna,” a voice said.

I looked over to see the man Rider had been talking to. He had neatly cut brown hair and warm brown eyes. He had a bit of stubble on his chin as well. He wasn’t extremely tall, probably 5’11, and he had a slim build with a little muscle. He had a homely, father kinda look.

“Hi,” I said softly.

“I’m the head pack Doctor, William Short. It’s a nice to finally meet you while you’re awake,” he said with a chuckle.

I smile at him. I liked him. He had a calming aura about him.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said, giving him a grin.

“I’m glad you’re up for other reasons as well. It’s hard to diagnose a patient who is unconscious,” he chuckled

“So what seems to be the problem, Luna?”

We talked for maybe ten minutes, then he swabbed my throat which made my eyes water. He left and about fifteen minutes later came back.

“You’ve came back negative for strep and flu. It’s probably just a cold. I’ll prescribe you something and you’ll feel better in a couple days,” he said with a soothing smile.

I nodded, still in Riders arms as the doctor stepped into a storage closet and came out with 2 bottles.

“Take this one three times a day, and this one twice, ok Luna?”

I nodded as I took them. I didn’t like medicine. It made my stomach feel weird so whenever I got sick I’d always scramble out of taking it.

“I’ll take you to our room,” Rider said, sounding exhausted.

I leaned into him, letting out a sigh. To think I was just wondering how to establish healthy boundaries, but now if I take a step away from him, my body goes into distress mode. Well, this is better than taking medicine anyway.