Chapter 8 Stiff-legged

8 – STIFF-LEGGED

REBEKKA

It had seemed like forever since I had felt the comfort of my own bed. So much had happened in such a short space of time that it felt like a very long time had passed.

As I rolled about on my small mattress, I could not help but think of all that had happened. My own share of the loot that I had been given was still hidden somewhere in my room with me.

Thinking about it just made me think about Lord Stephan, his fiery red eyes as he screamed "What the Fuck!"

I still could not place why he was so angry, it did not make sense to me, why would the son of the alpha give a hoot about a nobody like me or what I was doing?

I tried looking at it from his own perspective, but I just could not see it. I rolled again on my mattress as my fear and apprehension returned, "You are going to regret this!"

I remembered the viciousness in his voice when he said that... Why did Damon have to go as far as punching him in the face?

I was even more surprised by the fact that Lord Stephan controlled himself and let it slide for the meantime. He was well within his right to just rip our heads off for such disrespect... if his father ever found out?

I shuddered in bed as the thought crossed my mind, I didn't even want to think about what would happen if alpha Michael came about that information. It would not just be me but Doctor Purcell too that will suffer the backlash too.

Speaking of Damon... I hoped he took my suggestion and fled the pack. He seemed like a smart man, and a good kisser too.

I rolled in bed and smiled when I remembered how he put his lips against mine, taking them in with gentle ease... I caught myself smiling and then frowned suddenly, "Focus Rebekka!" I muttered to myself.

Damon looked like a smart man, surely, he would recognize the implication of what he has done and realize that there is nothing left of him in the Half-Moon pack and he would leave.

The thought of me not seeing him again made me sad, why did it make me so sad?

That was what I was wondering about when I finally fell asleep.

****

"Look who finally decided to join us, do you realize what the time is?" Kaitlin went off the minute I walked into the waiting area.

It was a slow day today in the pack clinic, there was nobody in the waiting area this morning, therefore there was no reason for Kaitlin to be on my neck.

I was stiff as I walked over to the supply closet to grab a mop and a bucket.

Any moment from now, pack guards should storm into the clinic and grab me and take me to receive whatever punishment that Lord Stephan had cooked up for me.

My life was over.

"Oh suddenly, after donating blood to our future heir, you feel too big to respond to me?"

"What?" I looked up to see Kaitlin standing over me, her face twisted in a mean frown.

"I am sorry, Miss, I didn't see you there," I replied and bowed curtly.

Kaitlin's left eye brow shot up in surprise, "You didn't see me there? Rebekka, am I so small now that you can no longer see me?"

I opened my mouth to reply but she just went on, silencing me.

"Where have you been since yesterday, daddy sent me to bring you back from the alpha pack house saying how tired you must be after donating blood to come back by yourself... Can you imagine? Me! Being sent to bring you back?"

I knew that if I just kept mute and added the occasional apology here and there, she would talk herself out.

"What has this world turned to? I swear sometimes, I think my father treats you way too well and you don't even work your own fair share to repay his good effort and grace."

"I apologize, Miss Kaitlin," I bowed curtly once more.

She stopped talking and then looked at my face, her eyes squinted in curiosity, "What is it? You don't look well?"

Before I could reply, she cut me off.

"I knew it, there was no way you were supposed to be up and moving after giving so much blood. If you know you are about to faint, do it on your own time and not while you are on the clock, is that clear?"

"Yes Miss."

The door swung open and my heart jumped to my stomach and I held my breath, this was it, they were here for me just like I thought they would be.

A balding man in his late sixties walked in and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn't realize how on edge I was, it was stressing me the hell out, I just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Welcome Mr. Donovan," I greeted curtly.

The old man waved me aside and focused on Kaitlin, "Is your father in?"

"Not right now Mr. Donovan, he was called to the alpha's pack house earlier this morning." Kaitlin said.

My body stiffened when I heard that Dr Purcell was called to the alpha's pack house, that must mean only one thing... Lord Stephan summoned him to tell him what he must do concerning me, I was right to be worried all along.

"Ah, that's sad, I wanted him to take a look at something for me," Mr. Donovan said regrettably.

"That's very much okay, Mr. Donovan, he should not take too long, you can wait right here," Kaitlin ushered him to one of the waiting chairs and then cast me a curious look.

"What the hell are you still doing standing there like a pole? Do your damn job!"

But I was deep in thoughts and worry, very soon, doing my damn job would be the least of my worries!