Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 158

The little energy I had leaves me, and I sag against the tree. Alec catches me before I can fall down to the ground.

The hybrid's words keep playing in my head. Not about his cousin, but about the woman who was apparently coming for me.

“You are bleeding,” Alec’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

I give him a weary smile. “So are you,” I tell him, pointing at his midriff.

His black V-neck shirt was torn, and you could clearly see where the hybrid had ripped into him.

“This is nothing. I’ve faced worse,” he says so cockily that I feel like wiping his fucking smile with a slap.

So have I, especially at his hands, but I have a low tolerance for pain. I just hate it so much. Pain is pain. Whether it’s a small cut or a huge one. None of them feel good.

“You don’t look too good,” Alec murmurs, leaning down beside me.

I scoff at his words, “Speak for yourself. I look amazing. Always have, always will.”

My words were slurred, and I could barely hold up my head. I just wanted to sleep for maybe a few days.

When I decided I needed time alone, I never thought that my day would end this way. I was supposed to eat some ice cream, catch up with Mrs. Walter, and then go back to the pack. Now, Micah’s car was totally ruined. I was hurt, and so was Alec, and we had two dead hybrids to deal with.

“What are you doing?” I snap as Alec’s hand reaches for my shoulder.

He doesn’t answer me; he just rips off the top part of my blouse, exposing my wound. I turn from him and look at my shoulder. It was bleeding at an alarming rate.

“Glass must have cut through an artery,” he said while ripping off the bottom part of his own shirt.

Anatomy is a mandatory class to take as a werewolf. As you have guessed, we get into a lot of fights. Sure, we can’t treat diseases, we are not doctors, but it comes in handy when identifying cases such as this.

Taking the piece of cloth, Alec presses it to my wound. I scream as excruciating pain slashes through me.

“Fuck, sorry!” He takes the cloth away and looks closely at my wound. “You have a piece of glass stuck inside. I’m just not sure if pulling it out will cause you to bleed faster.”

I listen, taking in slow, shallow breaths because it hurts to breathe. I breathe through the pain, cursing myself for deciding to go to town today. I should have just stayed in the fucking pack. I wanted space, and see how that turned out.

“Don’t pull it out,” I finally tell him through ragged breaths.

It needed a doctor to do that. Ripping it out will only cut through again, causing more damage than before.

We are quiet for a while, with him holding the piece of cloth loosely on my shoulder. “How far is the calvary?”