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Hey everyone!
Just to clarify. Paul is NOT dead. Some people got confused and thought he was dead. He is NOT dead.
Okay, now that's all cleared up, enjoy the chapter!
Rose x
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~Yasmin’s POV~
I opened my eyes slowly and let my vision adjust to the surroundings. I was in a room full of light. It was the first time in three years that I hadn’t woken up in the dark. My eyes hurt at the glare of the lights above me but it was a good hurt.
I looked around and found myself in a small bedroom. The bed I was lying on was soft and felt like heaven on my skin. Am I in heaven? I thought. Did I finally die?
The door opened and a woman walked in. No, I’m definitely not dead.
“Oh, you’re finally awake,” she said as she came over to the bed.
I slowly sat up, wincing at the pain that spread through my body. “Where am I?” I asked her.
“Oh honey, you’re in the Light Pack’s village in the infirmary house,” she explained. “My name’s Opal, I’ve been looking after you.”
“Oh,” I said, unable to think of anything to say. “Thank you.”
She gave me a kind smile. “There’s no need to thank me. I was just doing my job,” she said. “What’s your name, honey?”
“Yasmin,” I answered. “How did I get here?”
“Oh, Alpha Blake found you unconscious in the forest,” she said grimly. “He said that Alpha Paul was…” she left the sentence hanging.
Tears formed in my eyes at her words and I looked away. “He saw what Paul was doing to me?” I asked, embarrassed that someone had actually witnessed that.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry,” she said as she pulled me into a warm hug. It felt strange to be held so lovingly but so full of comfort. “Blake’s a good boy, he pulled Paul off of you the second he stumbled across you and nearly killed him.”
I pulled away from her. “Paul got away?”
She nodded bleakly. “The pack looked for him but he was long gone.”
Disappointment washed over me at the thought of Paul still being able to find and hurt me.
“Your wounds healed a couple of days ago,” Opal told me.
“How long have I been unconscious for?”
“About a week.”
My eyebrows rose in surprise and then my stomach rumbled. I flushed in embarrassment.
Opal laughed softly. “Come on, let’s go get you some food.”
I slipped off the bed and realised that I was dressed in jeans and a tank top. “Wait, I need the toilet first.”
She pointed to a door on the left and I quickly went inside. After peeing and washing my face, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was quite pale and my hair smelled fresh like someone had washed it. I lifted up my tank top and saw fading yellow bruises on my stomach and breasts. I let my top fall back into place and sighed at my horrible reflection. It has been so long since I had actually looked in the mirror. There was a small bathroom and sink in the cellar where I was held but no mirror. The only reflection I had was a window in the compound and I was always too worried about what Paul would do to me to focus on what I looked like. I quickly went back into the bedroom and saw Opal smiling at me.
“Ready to eat?” she asked.
I nodded as I realised how hungry I was.
I followed Opal out of the room and into the hallway. Immediately, I heard the sound of small feet padding on hardwood floors and then at least 15 little children rushed past me to the end of the hallway. I watched as Opal led me in the same direction as the children. Going down a flight of stairs, we reached the ground floor.
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