Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 24

Alpha Ryven looked at me, the storm on his face was cleared a little bit and I quickly looked down. 

"Don't look at me that way. You should get some medications for the ache all over your body. You might die if nothing is done about it." He stopped and I looked up to see him staring into space. "Follow me. You need a healer," he said and stood up. 

Swallowing without saying anything, I followed him out of the room, my lips pressed into a thin line to stop me from grunting out. I kept a reasonable distance between us both and he didn't seem to mind. 

We walked out of the pack house, treading on different paths, and came to a stop in front of a hospital. It made me wonder why he decided to come down instead of calling the doctor over or bringing me medication. 

The thoughts stayed with me, too afraid to leave my lips. I had a feeling Alpha Ryven wouldn't be so thrilled if I asked him. It would be like I was disobeying him or questioning his choices. Which was not what I had in mind. 

The hospital was moderately built, with pack members looking at me, giving me the chills. The people in the hospital were so much different from the ones in the pack house and the ones I saw while coming to the pack. 

These people seemed withdrawn, angry at something. However, they were being respectful towards their Alpha. 

We walked some more with some of the pack members bowing in submission wondering what a girl like me was doing around their Alpha. 

"We are here to see the pack doctor. He'll give medication. Though bitter but you have to drink it," Alpha Ryven said to me and I nodded my head at him. We walked in without knocking. 

Outside, some members were waiting in a long queue. They quietened down when they saw it was their Alpha. For a moment, Alpha Ryven stopped, looking at the faces of the people behind to see who would dare utter any word of protest. 

There was none. I thought the people wouldn't dare do that because they had a lot on their plates already. Not wanting to add to it. 

It made me wonder why there were so many sick people in the hospital when Werewolves have strong healing abilities. It was rare to see one sick. And from the looks on the people's faces, they seemed to be suffering a lot from some sickness. 

Not realizing I had been lost, deep in thought, staring at my feet until Alpha Ryven's voice woke me up from my slumber of fantasy. 

I smiled up at him as a way of apologizing for what I did. People were watching us like a hawk which stopped when the door was closed. 

"I didn't ask for you to come in!" A doctor in a white lab coat barked and turned around with anger on his face. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. 

The signs were all there, staring at me and probably laughing in my face for being so dumb for being unable to piece them together; the exchange of me, the sick people, and now, the doctor's exhaustion. But I just couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. 

The doctor's face morphed into shock as the syringe on his right hand shook and fell to the floor. Then, I watched in awe as his face split into a gleaming smile. But that was before I saw hate flash in his eyes. 

Alpha Ryven didn't catch it as he was busy looking at the pale man lying in the examination bed. The man mumbled something incoherently. I couldn't hear him. Probably because of my limited hearing ability but the doctor stiffened. 

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Alpha Ryven and…" he paused, looking my way. I furrowed my brows from confusion until it clicked. He didn't know my name and wanted to acknowledge me. 

"Sophia," I said, my voice coming out in a breathy whisper. 

"Yes, Sophia. What brings you here sir?" He turned to Alpha Ryven who hadn't looked at him since the time he strolled into the room. 

Alpha Ryven's words came out strong. "Look at her, she's injured. Give her something to ease the pain. And get him out of here." He pointed to the pale man sitting on the bed. 

The man's eyes were unfocused and hazy. I felt pity rise to the bottom of my heart, shaking it until I could no longer keep myself propped up. 

The doctor was quick to catch me and led me to a chair at the side of the room. I ran a hand through my tangled mess of hair. My breaths came out shallow and deep. 

The doctor assisted the man. I could not watch. I thought my life was pathetic until I came to the hospital. On the faces of the people, I saw dashed hopes, leaving only hollowness which pulled at my heartstrings. 

But what bothered me most was how nonchalant Alpha Ryven seemed in all of it. They were his pack members, people he was supposed to care for. And they looked haggard also. 

Especially the man that was being walked out of the room. I knew he may have pups. What would become of them if he died? Not to be pessimistic but I knew the shadow of death was already around him. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike. 

I heard humming and looked up to see Alpha Ryven with a syringe in his right hand. He was examining it with a smile on his face. An evil smile. I swallowed again. Maybe this was all a bad dream. 

My stomach churned. I hated coming to the hospital. It reminded me of my parent's death. And how I wasn't there when they passed away. I knew I ought to let go during these years but I couldn't. I just couldn't.