Page 47 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Idiot. It could be used as a weapon,” he snarls at her. The woman blinks at him.

“She is handcuffed, Alpha. Where would she go?”

“Until I complete the mating process, no utensils. I don’t want my mate to harm herself,” Kade growls.

“Maybe I can feed her. You said she hadn’t eaten in days; the doctor recommended this meal to help strengthen her,” she tries to argue, and I notice the malicious glint in his eye.

“It’s alright. I’m not hungry, just thirsty,” I tell her, not wanting to get her into trouble. Yet, my belly rumbles loudly. We all hear it in the quiet room.

“See?” Kade says, thrusting it at me, and my hand shakes as I take it from him.

“Now leave. You are the last person I want to see in her room,” he snarls, and she nods, rushing out. I stare after her as she runs out.

“Damn fool, are you alright, my love?” he says, and I look at Kade and nod.

It is like his personality switches back and forth. He takes the pudding cup and pokes a hole in it before returning it. I try to figure out why the woman looks so familiar. I know I haven’t seen her before, but something about her gives me déjà vu.

Shaking the thought off, I slurp my measly portion down. Kade only allows me half the pudding cup and watches me dig it out with my fingers before taking it. He tells me he doesn’t want a fat Luna. It is humiliating, especially given the fact that I’m now skin and bones, but I remain quiet, hoping he will leave soon. After about an hour of sitting in silence, watching Kade fiddle with his phone, he stands from the blue chair and strolls over to me.

Leaning over the bed, he grips my chin, tilting my face up to his before shoving his filthy tongue down my throat. The bond reacts, but I just go to my safe place, go to the darkest parts of my mind, and float.

“I need to go, but I will return first thing in the morning. The doctor will send someone in to give you some drugs to help you sleep,” he says. I nod robotically.

Once he leaves, I try as hard as I can to get out of the handcuff, but nothing works; it is so tight that the tips of my fingers are going numb from putting strain on it trying to break out of it. My will to escape is dying, along with the last part of my will to live when the crippling pain washes over me.

Tears prick my eyes as I feel his infidelity wash over me once more. Life is cruel, and the Moon Goddess, if she exists, is determined to make me suffer. Rolling on my side, I hug my belly with my free hand. Half an hour later, the pack doctor comes in again. The man is an older gentleman. He looks over my notes and shakes his head. He checks my drip when the woman from before comes in.

“Alana will give you something to help you sleep, and in the morning, I will give a small injection into your ovaries to bring on your heat. You were fortunate. You almost died; if it wasn’t for Kade’s quick thinking of remarking you, we would have lost you,” the doctor says.

“Yes, so lucky to live with my pig of a mate,” I sneer, and he nods, having not paid attention to what I was saying, too busy looking at the charts in his hand.

“You can give it to her, Alana, then observe everytwo hours,” he tells her, and the woman approaches me. She smiles sadly as she walks around the bed and takes my arm in her hand. The doctor watches as she stabs the needle into the cannula port in my free hand.

The doctor sighs when I feel the top of my hand become wet, and I look at her. Her eyes meet mine, and I look down to see her hand covering the needle as she squirts the contents on my skin, not through the cannula, spilling it all over the bed. She then places my hand over the spot.

“Hurry, I haven’t got all night,” the doctor complains.

“I’m done, Doc,” she says, dropping the syringe into the small green plastic bowl she brought in with her. He nods, and she makes her way over to my drip, changing the bags out as the doctor leaves.

She waits a few seconds before rushing over to me and grabbing my hand just as the doctor walks back in. I feel something metal brushing my palm, and she quickly makes out like she is tucking the surrounding blankets around me.

“You may feel a little groggy; don’t fight it,” she says, staring at me before glancing at the hand she had placed a key in, and the doctor clears his throat.

“Alana, bed four needs changing again. Mr. Masters wet himself again,” he groans.

“Yes, right away, Doc, just need to change out her bag on the drip,” she says, and he nods, walking out once more.

This time, when he leaves, he doesn’t return. Alana rushes over to me and starts unplugging the machines attached to me. I wait for the beep, only to peer at the monitor and see that she has switched it off.

“I found a spare key in Doc’s office. You have two hours to run east,” she whispers.

“Why are you helping me?”

“My sister, Blaire, told me about you; now, don’t waste any time;he will feel you once you get too far away,” she says before glancing over her shoulder.

Alana pulls a piece of paper from her cleavage and tucks it under my bottom. “I got your friend’s number. Blaire gave it to me. She stole it from his phone and sent it to me. He then killed her for touching his phone, but I wrote it down. You must have been worth dying for, or she wouldn’t have sent it. Blaire wanted to call whoever it was. She never said who in the message. I would give you a phone to call for help, but all calls are monitored and listened to. East there is a town there, you can call from there. You try before you leave the town limits, and he will know about it.”

“What about you?” I ask.

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