( Pic above is what I imagine Aiden looks like. The actual person is

River Viiperi)

He still hasn't woken up and it's been a little over 2 weeks now. I've been by his side the whole time.

I just recently had him move into my room 2 days ago. I wanted him to be more comfortable, and it's be easier for me since my room is more accessible for me since I'm in a wheelchair.

Most of his bruises and swelling have healed by now thanks to werewolf healing, and all the care the doctors have given him. Although he still healed slower than he should have for a werewolf. But that's to be expected with how malnourished and weak he was.

I gave him the bed and I've been sleeping on the chaise. I didn't want to scare him in case he wakes up while I'm sleeping in bed with him. He'd probably freak out waking up next to someone he didn't know.

I was relaxing on the chaise, reading a book when I heard him whimper then began to cry. I quickly climbed into my wheelchair, and made my way to the other side of the bed before climbing in.

"Hey sweetheart, shhhh." I said, moving myself closer then wrapping my arm around him.

He instantly relaxed and snuggled into me. It took me by surprise. I took a sharp breath in, it seemed I couldn't breathe for a moment. I let out a shaky breath when I was finally able to breathe again.

My eyes slowly closed, my arm wrapped around him as I laid my cheek against his head.

....

It's been a few days since the first time he snuggled against me. I spend most of my days here with him. Either sitting next to him, reading a book, holding him when he seems to have another nightmare, we're sitting in my wheelchair, falling asleep while holding his hand.

The few times I have left my room, all I could think about is him, and both myself and Zeus can't wait to get back to him.

I try not to think about what happened to him, and who could have done that to him. There's nothing I can do about it until he wakes up and tells me who did this. But even though I try not to think about it, I end up thinking about it from time to time.

And once I start thinking about it, I can't seem to stop. I usually end up getting angrier and angrier until either he makes a sound that snaps me out of a bit, or Zeus takes over.

My wolf wants blood, we both do. We want to tear this bastard apart piece by piece.

The few times Zeus has taken over, he took off into the woods and went on a killing spree. Killing whatever animal he could get him claws on.

I would come back home covered in blood, dirt and grime while plucking leaves and twigs out of my hair.

....

I looked back at Aiden after the doctor left the room. He just finished unhooking everything. Aiden pulled his IV out again, so I had to call the doctor. But the doctor wants to hold off on sticking it back in. He thinks he's waking up and wants to wait a few hours.

I move closer, I reach up and brush his hair away from his face and smile when he presses his face against my hand.

I love how he hasn't even woken up yet, and yet his body still responds to my touch. He has no idea what I even look like, he hasn't even looked at me once, but yet he still responds to me, to my touch, to my scent.

I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to it before resting my head on his arm and closing my eyes.

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I was trying to wake up, I kept hearing this annoying beeping sound but my eyes were just too heavy. It was almost as if they were glued shut and I just couldn't open them.

I felt someone holding my hand, and talking to me. It almost sounded like he was crying, asking me to wake up, and telling me I'm safe now. I don't recognize the voice, but his voice is so calming and soothing. I stopped trying to open my eyes and drifted off again.

I woke up again but I haven't opened my eyes yet, I'm too comfy. It feels like I'm laying on a cloud, it's so soft!

I went to move my left arm, but there's something heavy on it. I hear someone mumbling so I slowly open my eyes. After blinking a few times I turn my head and look over to see what's on my arm.

When I look over at my arm I see someone holding my hand and his head is laying on my arms. I couldn't help but stare at him, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen!

He has long wavy light brown hair with blond highlights, well kept facial hair that's kind of tickling my arm as he moves his lips while he whispers.

He has a small hoop earring in his ear and nose. And the tattoos! Holy cow, is there even a spot on this man that doesn't have tattoos?

I can't help but stare at the details of the tattoo on his neck and watch it move while he swallows.

I hear him mumbling something, before I'm finally able to make out what he is saying.

"Please wake up." He said in such a quiet voice.

I'm not sure what came over me, I slowly lifted my right hand over my body and brushed the hair away from his face.

He takes in a sharp breath and jerks his head up to look at me.

He looks at me with glassy eyes as he whispers,

"You're awake!" He said, looking at me shocked.

I tried to talk but I started coughing. He reached over and grabbed a glass of water before handing it to me.

I took a drink, feeling it soothed my dry scratchy throat. I handed it back to him, looking at him nervously.

"Thank you!" I whispered.

He set the glass down, hardly taking his eyes off me as he does. His hand moves forward, reaching from my hand but it pulls it back.

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" He asked, and I was shocked at how deep his voice was.

"I-I feel fine." I replied quietly, after focusing on my body and realizing I didn't hurt anymore. It actually surprised me, I can't remember the last time at least one part of my body hurt. It seems as if my body was in a constant state of pain. It was as if my body never had a chance to heal before the Alpha, or Jackson would hurt me again.

I looked back at him, It was actually hard not to look at him. I felt this strange desire to look at him, but I made sure not to look into his eyes. I know better than to do that.

"What is your name?" He asked after a few moments.

"Aiden," I replied.

"Aiden." He whispered, repeating my name, almost like he was trying it out. He seemed to smile after saying my name, almost as if he enjoyed saying it. I don't know why, but that made me happy. But I didn't dare smile, I know better.

"Where am I? What happened?" I asked, unable to remember exactly what happened.

Everything seems foggy, bits and pieces here and there, but they seem scrambled. But I do remember one thing, I remember jumping off at the cliff and hitting the water. I remember thinking that was it, I was going to die as I rapidly approached the water.

"Me and my beta found you floating down the river and brought you back here to the Midnight Moon pack. You were in really bad shape. You were unconscious for over two weeks." He said.

"Who are you?" I asked, confused when he said, his beta.

"My name is Thaddeus, Alpha of the Midnight Moon pack." He said and my eyes went wide.

My heart begins pounding in my chest, I suddenly feel as though I can't breathe. I slowly start moving away. I backed up until my back hit the headboard and I couldn't move any further.

What have I gotten myself into now? An Alpha!... No, not again! I thought as I felt myself panicking. My chest feels tight as I feel the tears running down my face.

He looks worried for some reason. He puts his hands up, as if trying to calm me down, but that just makes me move away, more towards the middle of the bed, out of his reach.

I see him through blurry eyes, as he gets out of his chair and into the bed. He then tries to reach for me, but I flinch away.

But that's when I noticed for the first time that he wasn't sitting in a normal chair, but a wheelchair. I noticed from the awkward way he put himself onto the bed from the chair. For some reason it took my brain a little longer to realize what I even saw. It wasn't until he pulled his hand back, and I saw the awkward position on his legs. That's what I looked at the chair he was sitting in, and realized it was actually a wheelchair.

For some reason this seemed to calm me down and I looked at him. I looked at his legs, trying to figure out what was wrong with them.

I think he noticed that I'm finally realizing he was in a wheelchair, and how my reaction changed from that.

He put his head down, closing his eyes and exhaled slowly while putting his hands back in his lap.

His reaction confused me. He's an Alpha, he's supposed to be angry and mean. But for some reason, he seems hurt and sad.

I look at him again, taking in all of him and his appearance. He looks like he could kill me just by looking at me, or snap me in half with his fingers.

I mean, granted he's in a wheelchair, but the man is huge! He definitely has upper body strength, There's muscles popping out of places I didn't even know muscles could pop out of. If that wasn't intimidating enough his tattoos sure are...

But the reaction I saw didn't fit what I expected from someone who was about to hurt me.

He sighed, "I'll just take my leave and let you rest." He said in such a quiet voice. Somehow even his voice sounded sad. I could hear so much pain and hurt in his voice.

He started to move to go back into his chair. Without thinking I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm,

"Wait!" I said.

As soon as I touched him I felt this weird sensation. I couldn't let go for a moment because I was so mesmerized by it. I just looked at my hand, touching his arm.

It was weird... this little tingly sensation under my fingers, that seems to spread and move all the way up my arm. It seemed to shoot throughout my body and made my chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

I slowly pulled my hand back after a few moments and looked up at him.

"What was that?" I asked, looking him in the eyes and actually not afraid this time.

"That was the mate bond.... You're my mate." He said, looking into my eyes. For some reason I could see hope in those eyes as he spoke.

I gasp and my eyes go wide as I register what he just said.

I've heard about mates, I just didn't know the details, I didn't know how to identify a mate. I never had anyone tell me how the mate bond actually works.

He was about to say something else when there was a knock at the door.