Alpha Adrian part 20

The meds she was taking were killing and saving her all at once. There was no more pain, but she didn’t feel like an empty vessel floating on an ocean. The only thing she was certain of was that Adrian was always there, hovering like a sun.

At least he had clothes on this time.

She opened her eyes, still not sure what day it was, and found him sitting on a couch as usual. This couch was larger than the one in Zena’s, and she vaguely remembered a team pulling a new one in so their precious “alpha” could watch her comfortably.

She hated that she subconsciously faced away from him because she felt self-conscious about her appearance. Her hair and face were a wreck, and a twisted part of her couldn’t stop caring about it.

On the furthest side of the sofa was a bag of chess pieces and a board. It was always there, like an unspoken question, but Adrian never forced it on her. Maybe he knew she didn’t have the energy, or maybe he was waiting for her to welcome her. He never said much, actually, other than the typical “how are you” and “do you need anything” whenever she wasn’t completely zoned out from the meds.

Going to the bathroom was an interesting experience. It always took a few minutes to get on her feet. Whenever she shifted her legs off the bed, he stood and slowly inched closer. She hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, but she always let him grab her elbow gently and lead her to the bathroom.

Her legs were getting stronger every day. She couldn’t wait to take off to freedom and leave the strange situation and dangerous man behind. She was sure that people were looking for her. Her circle was small, but she still had a life.

This particular day, she had more energy than usual. It was around three in the morning, and Adrian hadn’t showed up yet. He usually appeared when she woke up, and she guessed that he left at night to do work.

Determined to exercise, she slid off and tested her weight. The socks protected her feet from the cold tiles, but Adrian wasn’t there to protect her from gravity. If she fell, then it was going to hurt.

She took hesitant steps towards the couch. When she reached it, she made it back to the bed. The process repeated for fifty-three laps, where she found her thighs complaining. She pushed on and then made the mistake of sitting on the couch. She couldn’t get back up.

Irritated, she made the best of the situation and laid down to get sleep. As she expected, Adrian showed up minutes later. She didn’t look at him, knowing that he wanted her in bed and would carry her back.

The lights remained dimmed as he entered and b-lined for the couch. Arms slid under her, and she instantly recognised that they weren’t Adrian’s. They were too thin, not padded with muscle.

Jolting, she looked up at the strange man that held her and pushed him away. He released her and looked at her with irritation. Behind him were a set of brooms. It was the janitor again. The one that glared at her like she was the ultimate sinner.

“What are you doing?” She croaked.

“You must be in bed, noy here.”

He was no doctor to tell her that, but she chose not to be rude.

“Please don’t grab me.”

He turned around so quickly that the keys attached to his hip slashed her face. If it wasn’t for the bandage she already had on, she would have gotten cut. She touched her cheek and watched him sweep the room, although it was clean.

The guy disturbed her. She watched him like a hawk, ready to scream if he tried to touch her again.

The door slid open, and her shoulders sagged with unwanted relief when Adrian showed up.

“Alpha,” the janitor lowered his head. Adrian scanned him.

“Are you alright?” Adrian rumbled. “You’re sweating.”

Eva frowned. The guy wasn’t sweating. HIs clothes were dry, and his skin clear. What, did Adrian sniff the sweat that had begun to pour out of his pores? No. That could be crazy. He wasn’t a dog or a wolf. He was just a deranged cult leader. He had to be, for the sake of her sanity.

“Yes, sir. I was just tired from cleaning the top floor.”

“Go rest,” Adrian dismissed him, and then locked his gaze on me.

When the door shut behind the janitor, Adrian took one of those hesitant steps of his. I was well acquainted with them. Those pants of his that covered those long legs were used to confident, long strides. He danced around her for her sake, knowing that she was skittish.

It only made her more outraged that the janitor dove in. Not even the leader of this community was that bold.

“Do you need help?”

She studied him. He wore long-sleeves anymore, and she didn’t know why. Sometimes they were dress shirts, sometimes they were t-shirts that hung by a thread around his biceps. It wasn’t cold in the room, so her only theory was that he was covering as much flesh as possible because of the scare he gave her the first time she woke up.

Remembering his question, she looked at the bed and flexed her legs. There was no way she was getting up.

When she dipped her chin, he walked forward and reached for his hand.

She gripped it, but gritted her teeth frustratedly when she couldn’t use it to pull herself up.

“I’m going to pick you up,” he warned. He swept in and carried her to the bed where she instantly pulled the sheets to cover her legs.

“Bathroom?” He asked.

When she shook her head, he sank down on the couch and they began their silence game. She waited for the sound of crinkling plastic and quickly realized that he hadn’t brought the chess game that night.

next chapter coming Monday along with an update to Rider King!