Alsen's POV
It has been a month since I started attending for physical therapy.
My hand is healed and my legs are becoming stronger than before.
Thanks to Cara and his Alpha, I'm able to survive but I won't depend on them all the time.
I feel bad that I'm unable to help even with the smallest thing in the house. Life can be tough.
I sit in the car with the help of Arthur.
A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my back on the back seat and looked at my hands.
With a broken soul, shattered heart , broken legs and bruised body, I felt like an empty vessel walking on thin ice. I felt suffocated and hot even when it was in the middle of summer.
I couldn't bring myself to move from what happened. I was even angry at myself for loving the same person who had hurt me deeply and he was the reason I ended up in a situation like this. I hated the fact that my heart still thumped like crazy at the mention of his name. I hate myself for it.
Fuck this life.
Today was my last session of physical therapy and the next day I would be getting a Ultrasound for my baby.
I turned my eyes to Cara."Time really flies fast. I can't believe it's already eight weeks. Other's lives are changing in a positive way while on the other hand mine is only getting worse." I sighed over my thoughts
We reached the hospital and Arthur helped me in my wheelchair.
I sighed.
I ran my hands down my face before adjusting my shirt, pulling it down where it rode up when Arthur carried me from the car to my wheelchair.
Arthur offered to wheel me up inside the hospital but I denied his help. They had done more than enough and I'm grateful for that.
I wheeled myself inside, my mind far away from my body that I didn't notice when my wheelchair knocked someone.
I jumped out of the wheelchair and fell straight on my face. I heard my bones crack but I didn't feel any pain. I placed a hand over to my tummy. "It's okay baby. Dad will protect you." I whispered to myself.
A made in heaven collection of morning sea breeze scent with a faint scent of roses filled the air, my nose raised as the scent surrounded me and i felt like my baby was moving inside me.
It has been months since I last stopped smelling Pheromones from others and this made me excited.
My eyes moved on its own in the scent's direction.
It was a man in a grey suit, his eyes as deep as a sea of stars beneath his short, sharp brown hair making him almost invisible.
The handsome features of the fella under the hospital dimly lit collidal is clear and refined nobility. His face and eyes screamed danger but I wanted to get lost in them.
My mind was in a birl.
My subconscious felt the man was familiar.
I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to hug him and press my lips onto his partially part lips. I wanted to mark him as mine and keep him all to myself.
I lifted my hand to touch his face but stopped it middle way.
Realization hit me hard in the face when I thought about my fucked up life, who would want someone like me?
I coldly hooked my lips, a touch of mockery flashing across my eyes.
'How stupid of me?' I thought balling my fists.
"Are you alright?"
The man suddenly stepped forward and lowered his hand.
He touched my face as his deep eyes observed me.
I felt naked under his gaze but I didn't hate it.
His touch was gentle and tender. I loved it and wished he could touch me more.
My dirty mind ran wild.
I imagined his fingers touching me while his tongue sucking onto my neck and my hard nipples.
I imagined him on top of me whispering erotic words as he continued to touch me and suck me, moving his hands down to my belly and then to my dick.
Rubbing his hands to my manhood while his tongue sucking onto my testicles. Moaning with pleasure as loud as I could.
"Let me make you feel good." He whispered and I cum.
"Sir, are you alright?" his sexy voice sounded worried.
My eyes opened widely, realizing my pants were wet and my behind was dripping wet from my imaginations. I felt dirty and perverted.
"Yeah," I quickly said and pushed the man away from me.
I was ashamed of myself and I hated myself even more from having a wet dream about someone in broad day.
"Are you sure you are ok? Your face is red and you are sweating." He said.
I didn't even knew I was sweating.
"Get the fuck away from me you dirty Alpha.Stay away from me." I shouted angrily pulling myself behind.
It was his fault from hand nice and soft fingers. It was his fault for looking so handsome. All of this was his fault. I blamed him even when I knew the truth.
"I'm worried about you." He repelled taking steps toward me.
I covered my face as I felt hot tears escaping my eyes. Why did it have to be like that?Why do I have to imagine a stranger doing dirty things with me?
"Why?" I cried out loud.
"Stay away from him." I heard Cara's angry voice growling while Arthur helped me in my wheelchair. I adjusted my shirt and wrapped my hands around myself sniffing the scent of the stranger's soothing Pheromones.
"Don't you think it's strange?" I sighed
"How so?" Arthur asked
"That I can smell the scent of his Pheromones when I can't even smell mine." I frowned .
Arthur looked at me without saying anything for seconds "I think he's ..." He didn't get to finish his sentence when Cara pushed him away from me.
"Are you ok?Did that prick do anything to you?" Cara asked as he observed me.
"I'm ok plus it's my fault that I didn't pay attention." I smiled
"Are you sure it wasn't his fault. Those Alpha bastards always pretend that it's our fault. Tell me if he did something to you ... I will make sure to disfigure him." The pregnant Omega raised his hand ready to fight.
"I swear." I raised my two fingers in the air.
"And I think they are bonded mates." Arthur said, taking me by surprise.
Cara's mouth hit the floor and I noticed his face turning dark "So, he's the man who raped you?" He seethed