It's been a few minutes since Adrian left me alone with Doctor May and the whole time I've been quite unresponsive to anything she's been saying to me. I didn't really have it in me to make a conversation about my certain predicament, especially while feeling this way.

But could anyone blame me though? I've been thrusted into this new world and I'm already expected to behave normally? My experience with men have not been the most pleasant, even with women the experience hasn't been ideal. But the fact that all of this is happening so fast is making me feel a little uncomfortable. Now that I'm on my own with Adrian, I'm supposed to trust him, which I do in certain ways— by still trying to get to know him. When other people are brought into the equation, that's different.

My life has been hard and could still possibly be just the same. All of this could be an act, but he's already proving me otherwise. There's no reason i should think that at all. In s way, I feel like it will always be in the back of my mind.

My gut feeling is telling me this is not anything like what Sirs pack is. This is a better world and my gut has never proved me wrong in the past, but it wouldn't hurt to keep a guard up.

That's understandable..

"I'm going to get a cast for you wrist Kayla. I'll be right back." With a sweet smile, she retreated back to where she got all of the equipment before, he long dark hair swaying behind her. I turned my head back to the door, hoping he would come in soon and understand my actions, telling me that he understood them. But I know that myself alone is also a whole new world that he has to get used too.

In the time to myself, I looked around the room a little more. Near the door was a counter that sat bowls of different candies. Some of them I remember from when I was a child. There were a few posters for children above them and soon realized it was just a mini kid corner with the different toys also laying around it. The rest of the room consisted of your typical medical room. Empty shot containers on the other end of the counter with a box of latex gloves next to it. The whole setting bringing memories of whenever my parents would take me to the doctor.

~~*Flashback 11 years ago, six years old*~~

"Mommy will it hurt real bad?" I asked nervously. Despite what the nurse told me, I wanted to hear from my mother that it wasn't going to hurt that much. "You might feel a little pinch sweetie but I promise it won't hurt that much, right hun?" She looked over to my father who was already staring at her with much adoration in his eyes. Anyone could tell how much he loved her. He soon shifted his attention towards me.

"Yes. Kayla it won't hurt that much we both promise." So much love in his voice.

I nodded, feeling a little better than what I was feeling before waiting in the waiting room and the whole ride here to the pack doctors office. "You ready honey?" The nurse asked me.

"You're strong babygirl." My father encouraged me. His words helped me even more to not think about it. If my dad says I can handle it, then I can.

"Yes." Was my only reply. I squeezed my eyes shut while the nurse got closer, squeezing my mothers hand even harder. Please don't hurt. Please don't hurt.

"Okay all done!" The nurse exclaimed while I'm in total shock. I barely felt anything. It didn't hurt at all, just a small prick but nothing worth crying over. My parents were right. I was strong.

"See baby girl what did I tell you," my dad said, giving me a soft smile. My mom rubbing her thumb gently over my hand.

"I am strong, daddy." I gave him the biggest smile I could at that moment.

"Kayla, are you okay love?"

I looked up from my hands and Adrian was leaned down, eye level with me. Tears were streaming down my face, again, in front of him.

This isn't the first time I've cried by just simple memories like that about my parents, and the fact that he has seen me cry more than once makes me feel bad for him. Seeing this girl he is trying to help, cry all the time is probably draining.

I whispered back to him, " Yes- yes I'm okay." I avoided looking at him, finding the small chair in the corner more interesting.

"No love you're not okay," he reasoned, "Why were you crying?"

Not answering him, my attention was turned onto Doctor May who has returned with the supplies for my very damaged wrist. She cleared her throat, "Um.. do I need to give you guys some time?" She asked. Adrian looked at me a last time before he pulled away from me, to allow her to apply the cast. I wanted to tell him?, but I think now wouldn't be a good time. The thought of what I said earlier still lingering in my mind and by just looking at him, he was still thinking about it too.

A few more minutes passed and Doctor May had my wrist all set saying the standard keep it away from water and to keep it clean as long as possible. I was shifting my wrist back and forth, taking in my new accessory. It was just a plain white, nothing to special.

"Okay next I'm going to check all the normal things. Blood pressure, weight, etc. A standard checkup."

Great. I thought we were done.

I sighed not hiding the fact that I'm tired and I didn't want to really continue this. So much has happened this last hour, it altogether was just draining. I wanted to feel the comfort of a real bed and warmth. A fluffy pillow. Anything better then a thin mattress, a worn out pillow, and a blanket that wasn't as thin. Just imagining it gave me a warm feeling.

She checked everything that she said, telling Adrian but keeping it out of earshot from me. I could barely here what they were whispering to each other but I didn't really like it. Being excluded out of things was usually something I was used too. I've been so used to someone always deciding what I have to do or what they'll do for me. Id at least like to know— sometimes. "Okay, let's check your weight now and then you'll be free to go."

Thank you!

I got up from the table and Doctor May led me to the weight scale. It was one of those non digital scales that you have to move those little things until it was balanced. I remember them from when I was little. "Alright just step right up on here."

95 pounds.

I've gained weight. From what I remember I was just barely 90 pounds. I guess I did eat a little bit more before I left, but I didn't know that I ate that much.

"95 pounds.." Adrian whispered. This time he turned away from me, running his hands through his hair. Sir said I was fat too. Not that Adrian said his exact words but I'm guessing he didn't like the fact that I weighed this much either. "Oh honey." I heard from the Doctor.

It was only five more pounds. What's so bad about it?

I jumped off the scale, backing away from both of them. "We need to start a new diet for you right away. Try to eat as much as you can when you can." She was looking at me now I could tell but i was still staring at Adrian who has taken a seat in the chair near us. "Make sure that she gets the nutritions to Alpha. We need her to be healthy also."

"Okay.." was all he said while looking off in the distance.

" Wait, I need to gain more weight?" I spoke softly, "How much more?" Doctor May looked at me with shock. Adrian was just looking at me. I couldn't tell what he was feeling. "Did they tell you this was fine. Or did he tell you it was okay?"

Looking at him, I slowly nodded my head, probably saying the wrong answer again. "No," Doctor May quietly stated, "Kayla, you're severely under weight. You weigh as much as someone before the age of 10, and I can tell your way older than that."

Seriously?

She turned towards Adrian again,"Whenever she's about to eat, she might not eat everything right away due to her not being used to it. Let her eat as much as she an and let her appetite build up along the way."

He simply nodded, "Thank you, Doctor May, for everything."

"Anytime alpha. If you have any more questions please feel free to call or come by."

Adrian took my hand, and led me out of the office, and soon out of the building completely, with a new cast and apparently a new diet that was made for me.

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His house was warm when we walked back inside after coming from the clinic. Without any words, Adrian headed upstairs, knowing that I was still following as intended. I tried to divert my attention from staring at him the whole way up. The way his back muscles flexed underneath his T-shirt caused me to have those tingly feelings in my stomach. The feelings remind me of whenever I would be reading my books and the main girl would always catch herself finding something attractive she liked on her crush or love interest, and her "heart beats fast". Something cliche like that, but I didn't think cliche would happen to me. Some would call me a hopeless romantic and I wouldn't deny it.

Lost in my thoughts l, I didn't realize that we stopped until I ran into him. Partly because of my thoughts, partly because I was still in the "god-like back muscle" trance. We were at the top of the stairs. "Kayla, did you hear anything I just said?" He didn't look annoyed or anything, just very distressed. All the new information from the clinic was slowly starting to sink into him I could tell. It's not like Adrian asked for all of this. He helped me thinking that would be it, not knowing that I'd come with more baggage and create even more.

"No I'm sorry." He ran his hand from his neck to his shoulder. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Well," he started,eyeing me carefully, "I was going to show you where you'd be staying, your room."

"Right, of course."

He led me down the hallway, our footsteps the only noise in the house. It wasn't as big as I initially thought it was but I liked it more this way. Extravagantly fancy but still normal and cozy. It made me think that even though he is an alpha, he doesn't require a huge mansion like most do.

I began to fiddle with my fingers that stuck out of my cast. Now that I look at them, they do look a little more swollen. I could tell back in the clinic how confused both of them were after Doctor May revealed how bad my wrist actually was. If only she knew. If only they both knew. Adrian still doesn't know the extreme extent of everything. "This is my room.. if you ever need anything." Adrian said, once again breaking me out of my thoughts. Double doors came into view and I thought he was going to open them but he walked a little further. There was another door on the opposite wall. "This would be yours." This time, he actually did open the door and the first thing I noticed was the queen size bed to the right of the room. "That's- that's my bed?" I asked. I was astonished. I've never slept on a bed this luxurious before.

"Yes sweetheart. It most definitely is." I looked back at him with my hands clasped in front of me to the best of my ability. "Wow, thank you. Thank you so much."

"You don't have to thank me for something like this Kayla. Of course I would do this for you." Adrian spoke softly, like i was the most delicate thing ever. And it felt good.

"This is amazing," I told him, giving him the biggest smile I've done in a long time. There was a flatscreen tv sitting directly in front of the bed on the other side of the wall and a closet near us that looked like it could hold so many clothes. This room also had a cozy feel with darkened floors and furniture, and there was also a bathroom. To myself.

Walking towards more of the middle of the room, I noticed that in the far end there was a balcony window. A perfect place to read.

An overwhelming feeling came over me. I didn't think I would get treated like this where I would get this good of a room. Not even some of the classified rich girls back at my old pack had rooms like this.

"To see you smile like that, I wish i could do this over and over again." He spoke lowly but it was loud enough for me to hear. And I think he meant for me to hear it. Redness colored my face, and he hasn't failed to notice. He chuckled a little bit and gave me a little smirk. "Alright, let's clean you up love."

"It's okay. I washed up about a month ago." Which is true. I didn't want to wash up to much and figured I'd tell him. Sir told me at an early age that I was different than everyone else and that I don't need to take showers or baths everyday. And it's been that way ever since.

Adrian gave me a blank look, "I'm not going to question why, but I'm just going to tell you that it's normal to wash up every day." His blank look turned into the pity look again.

"I'm different and I don't need to wash everyday."

"Did that asshole tell you that?"

I nodded confused. He's always asking me this.

I know that Sir was a bad man, but also everyone else led me to believe that I didn't need to clean myself everyday. So I just believed it. "You're not different from anyone else that needs to wash themselves. You get dirty. You take a shower. That's just how it is." He stood in front of me and put his hand on my shoulder, "You're different in your own way, yes, but you also should be treated like a normal person. He was lying Kayla. He was just being-"

"An asshole?" I finished. That's what he called him before.

He blinked at me, clearly surprised," Yes. And don't forget that either,"His sea blue eyes were bright.

"I'll make sure to remember." I answered back

"You're something else, love." He shook his head walking closer to the door.

I must be. I caused this man to go through so many emotions today. Him being angry, to him feeling sorry for me, to finding amusement in me. The latter sounds like the best option.

"Stay right here. I'll be right back to get you some clothes to change into and I'll run a bath. I'll ask someone to get you more whenever I figure out what size you wear and everything, okay?"

"Okay," I softly smiled at him. Taking one long lasted look at me, he exited doing as he said. I was still standing in the middle of the room, watching to make sure he'll come back. The thing is, is that I know he'd come back this time. Not because I'm basically living here now but because I feel like this bond between us has gotten stronger. A bond that I've been feeling ever since I met him.

This bond felt good.

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