Calvin

I haven't been seeing Beatrix anywhere in school, in history, in cafeteria, at the lockers or even anywhere. It was Monday again and it had been 4 days since I last met her in the woods and also the incident whereby I had hurt her by accident. I was still worried but there wasn't any way for me to just show up at the pack house looking for her. It will make people suspicious if people were to suddenly ask why I was looking for Beatrix when all these while, I never had spoken to her.

"Sally?" I squinted my eyes when I saw Sally, Beatrix's best friend coming out from the washroom. Running after her, I tapped her shoulder.

"Yes?" she asked, looking at me.

"Erm hi. I just wanted to ask where Beatrix is."

"Hmmm, why do you ask?" She questioned me again and pushed her big spectacles up.

"Oh, our history teacher kept asking for her. I just wanted to know whether she's just skipping History or is she not in school?"

Sally sighed. "Didn't you hear about Beatrix getting injured last week? She's badly hurt and still under the pack doctor's care. The Alpha suspects the rogue and they are now planning strategy for war."

"She's badly hurt?" I pretend to be shock.

"Yes. I pity her a lot. It was only a scratch on her arm but she's so weak right now. The doctor suspects that the rogue had gotten some venom into Beatrix's veins, causing her to be weak. I visited her yesterday and she was so pale, it makes me sad."

"Oh, okay. Hmm, thank you Sally. I'll see if I have the time to visit her at the pack house today," I said, waving off the conversation and walked to the opposite direction.

* * *

Right after school ended, I informed Valerie that I had to be somewhere and changed into my wolf form and rushed to the pack house. I needed to see Beatrix so badly. I wanted to know how hurt she was. I didn’t expect the scratch to have caused her to be like this. I wanted her to know how sorry I was.

Without changing back to human form, I quickly went to search for the window to the pack's clinic. I had to peek at all of the windows that I encountered and Beatrix's scent actually helped a lot. I stopped just right outside the window to see Beatrix lying down on the high single bed.

And, she wasn't alone. There was this guy next to her and I of course recognized him. The Alpha. The Morning Shadow Pack's Alpha. Why was he so close to Beatrix? I had a fistful of mud in my paws as I watched him helped Beatrix sat up and then fed her a bowl of porridge that was on the nightstand.

I wanted to growl but that would only make my presence known. That should be me! Not that bloody Alpha. Who cares if he was the Alpha? He was messing with my mate. Didn't he have a mate to take care of?

'Didn't you have a mate to take care of?' My wolf said to me, sarcastically. He too hadn't stop scolding me since that night. He shunned me off totally and only came to talk or rather to irritate me when he wanted to.

'I want my mate. But if she's happier with someone else, I'm sadly going to let her go. I cannot stand us hurting her. Look at her! We're not only hurting her emotionally but also physically," my wolf continued and I turned back and started running into the woods.

I must do something.

Beatrix

"He went off," I informed Brody. I of course could sense Calvin's presence through his scent and I had made Brody helped me, touched me and fed me. I wondered if Calvin would be jealous.

"You need him Beatrix. No matter how angry you are at him, you need him. Look, you're all weak and pale," Brody said to me, sighing at the same. I followed after him; sighing.

"The thing is Brody," I started, "He was also the one who made me like this."

"What do you mean?" He asked, frowning.

"That night I wanted to go for a run and he found me. We argued, again and I told him to reject me. I couldn't take it anymore. If he wants to be his girlfriend, he should just let me go. He said he didn't want to so I made the move and said I wanna reject him. He got angry and shifted in front of me, growling and howling to show me that he was angry. But I calmed him down. Afterwards when I wanted to leave, I guess he wanted to stop me. That's how he actually scratched me and I believe it's by accident," I explained to Brody.

"Wait," he said, "So you mean it wasn't a rogue who hurt you?"

I shook my head. I didn't tell my brother anything except there was a big wolf who hurt me and I had no idea who it was. They were all suspecting it to be rogues and were all planning their ways to fight them.

"Oh god Beatrix. First of all, you actually went to reject your mate and even asked him to reject you. I know it's of course hard Beatrix but are you crazy? You know, the pain of rejection is not like fever or flu. It's more than that. It's like part of yourself will die along and your wolf will no longer want to be with you. It's a risk to do Beatrix, don't try to act smart. Secondly, do you realize that you're actually protecting your mate? You didn't want anyone to know that he was the one whom hurt you because you do not want him to be punished. Do you realize that Beatrix?"

"I of course am angry right now that you lied and also because that little piece of your mate had hurt you. But right now, with you in this kind of condition, I suggest you to meet him. We're werewolves, Beatrix. We're supposed to heal fast but you're not, because you don't have your mate by you," Brody continued.

* * *

That night, I was visited by Jean. Calvin's sister. It had been a long time since I hung out with her or just accompany her play with her dolls.

"Hello Beatrix," she said and climbed on the chair next to my 'sick' bed.

"Hello Jean," I replied, smiling.

"When are you going to get off the bed?" she asked.

"I don't know yet," I answered, "Rose, the doctor said I will be under bed-rest until I recover."

"Can you please recover fast so that you can play with me? Mom and Dad are always busy. Sean has Lana and Calvin has Valerie. No one wants to play with me," Jean complained. She was the youngest in the pack the other children were about 10 and above, leaving her being the only 5 year old.

"Okay, I'll try to recover fast and spend time with you," I told her, "I promise."

"Thank you Beatrix," she thanked me sadly and climbed on the bed next to me to give me a small hug as she rested the side of her head on my chest. My hands instinctively went to hold her head there, giving some strokes until the door burst open, revealing someone I didn't want to see.

Jean propped her head up and from her voice I could almost see her eyes lit up, "Calvin, you came!" Jean jumped down the bed and went to hug Calvin's knees.

"Jean, I'm here to see Beatrix. Can you let me talk to her personally first and then I'll put you to sleep," Calvin said, rushing his words as he kept exchanging glances between me and his sister.

"Promise?" Jean asked, sullenly.

"Promise," Calvin said and kissed her on the forehead.

"Okay," Jean mumbled.

"Oh and do not let anybody know that I am here okay?"

"Why?"

"I'll tell you afterwards," Calvin replied and almost pushing her out of the room.

"Hey, that's so mean," I chided at how he was treating Jean.

"I'm here to see you. I want to apologize," Calvin said, going straight to the point.

"The damage's been done," I told him, plainly.

"No, I'm serious Beatrix. I didn't mean to hurt you. It wasn't meant to happen and I'm so guilty and sad that you're badly hurt," he continued.

"It's just a scratch. I'll be okay soon." I didn't want to tell him about mates hurting each other can cause fatal. I just kept quiet, being stubborn and trying to push him away. And one thing I realize was that my wolf hadn't talk to me since the night I'd been hurt. Did she die from it? Oh god, what happens if she dies?

"I wanna heal you Beatrix," Calvin said next and this time he had come closer and sat at the edge of the bed, holding my hand.

"What..."

"Please let me do, Beatrix," he whispered as he lean down closer and closer and closer until his lips touched mine and his chest made a contact with mine too.

"Cavin," I muffled against his mouth but it only made him pressed harder onto it. I was then reminded of what Rose had told me. She said, only sex would help with healing. Oh god! Was Calvin gonna have sex with me, right here on this hospital single bed? Was he going to mark and claim me now?

I tried to stop him but instead of voicing out, I let out moan. Calvin's hands were now everywhere on me while mine went to his hair. I didn't realize that I was kissing him and soon enough, we were making out. His hands went under my blouse, in my pants, underneath me and everywhere; he was touching me everywhere and shame to say I was enjoying all of them.

Calvin's mouth move to my neck and sucked on that spot that I guess would be the place he would want to mark me. Wait! Would he even mark me? I told him to reject me. Would he listen to me? I was now so confuse. Whenever he was being a jerk, I'd just want him to reject me but at times like this when he's showing me love with his hands and mouth... I wanted to stay by his side.

'But he has Valerie,' my wolf spoke after days which I was grateful for because first, I knew she wasn't dead and second, it knocked some sense back into me that Calvin indeed had Valerie.

Placing my hands on Calvin's chest, I pushed him roughly so that he moved away from me. "Don't do this to me," I told him.

"Do what?" He asked, puzzled as he was still hovering over me.

"Stop the drama. You know exactly what you're doing to me and I want you to stop. Remember Calvin, you have Valerie."

"Now you stop it Beatrix. You're my mate and I don't care about other people as long as I have you," Calvin said as he cupped my face firmly.

I smirked, "If you don't care about other people as long as you have me, then you wouldn't still be with Valerie. Stop bullshitting."

"I'm not bull..." he stopped right there when we heard the door knob being twisted and then the door opened.