Ascension of a Gamma novel Chapter 4

Chapter 04 Obliviously Sweet 

– Anna 

Bright light hit my face and 

warmth covered me. It felt so nice and I wanted to sleep more but the strong 

smell of antiseptic wouldn‘t let me. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring not 

at the usual dark ceiling. 

My chest felt constricted and when I placed a hand on it, 

felt that it was wrapped in bandages. Memories of last night came crashing into 

my mind and my heart immediately ached. 

Are you happy now, Flynn? 

Is this what you wanted? 

Is this the Alpha that you wanted to be? 

I didn‘t want to know the answer, to continue to feel 

sympathy towards him. He hurt me. And 

continue to feel 

sympathy towards him. He hurt me. And last night, he showed me that he‘d go to 

great lengths to prove his point. 

Wasn‘t he hurting too? 

Didn‘t Farrel fight for you? 

Stop! 

This is exhausting. I wish my brain and heart 

would quit insisting their own take on the matter. 

There was no denying that my sin was heavy, and my life was 

insignificant to theirs. But before it happened, we were the best of friends. 

We grew up together, trained together, and fought together. 

I was his mate – had he changed so much that he was no 

longer the Flynn that I knew? 

Farrel took advantage of last night was proof. 

It‘s not too late yet, Alpha. For you, I will try one 

last time. Then I will leave. I will make him remember – he will not taint your 

blood and legacy. 

My palms dug into the soft mattress as I sat up and 

scanned the room. The cream–colored walls held no decorations and traveling 

bags were scattered on the floor as if they were just thrown there. The only 

furniture besides the king–sized bed was the couch and coffee table that sat at 2 

the center of the room facing the glass windows to my right, and the bedside 

table to my left. 

The room gave off an air of seclusion, of loneliness, like 

it was made for a person who had lost hope of something that belonged to the 

hope of something that belonged to the 

outside world. But the one aesthetic in the room contradicted this assumption. Displayed 

on a drinking glass half–filled with water, reflecting the sun‘s yellow rays, 

was a fully blossomed red rose. Its stem still had its thorns, a supposed 

mechanism to protect itself but was futile 

in the hands of its gardener, so now 

it clung to life, from the basic necessities i t was provided. It showed 

breathtaking elegance, but I knew that it was suffering a slow death in the 

make–shift vase. 

I took my sight off the dying beauty and pushed the sheets 

I have to get out of here. 

My eyes widened in shock at what I uncovered – a problem. I 

had no pants on! 

Whoever saved me last night didn‘t touch 

Whoever saved me last night didn‘t touch ne, I was sure 

since it didn‘t hurt down there. I understood the shirtless situation, I was 

wrapped in bandages. 

But why take my pants off? 

Looking around the room once more, my eyes fell on the 

bags. As I contemplated whether to borrow“clothing, the door swung open and my 

gaze shifted to the person who entered. Her dark auburn hair was tied in a 

messy bun and there were dark circles under her eyes. 

When she gave me a small smile, her blue eyes sparked 

kindness and I inwardly cursed at myself for my ungratefulness. I hastily covered 

myself with the covers, embarrassed to show her the scars that bore testament 

to my repentance. She noticed but acted like she didn‘t and for that, I was 

thankful. 

She sat beside me and in the softest voice I‘ve ever heard 

Mate 

said, “I‘m glad you‘re finally awake. How are you feeling?” 

Claw Pack. I HAVE something to settle here.