Chapter 52
His meaning was clear; he was telling me I didn’t need to go as far as pushing her down the stairs or attacking her in the hospital room. I didn’t bother giving him an explanation. I bit my tongue and remained silent.
Thankfully, the doctor returned before any more words were exchanged. He gave me a shot in the wrist, making me wince, but it didn’t take long for the pain to cease. Then he tightly wrapped my wrist in a black bandage.
Once he was done, he dismissed us.
Beta Leo took me home after the doctor wrapped my wrist. The car ride was silent, but it was comfortable. I wasn’t in the mood to really speak to anyone; I couldn’t stop thinking about Elliot and Shirley. I couldn’t believe he took her side, and yet he still cared enough about me to make sure my wrist was looked at. I wondered what they meant.
Perhaps he truly did care for me?
Elliot’s POV
“Elliot, why are you so distracted?” Shirley pouted, peeking up at me through her lashes.
I held up my finger to hush her for a moment while I finished speaking to Beta Leo throughout mind-link.
“Is she home p>
“Yes, Alpha,” Leo answered immediately. “I just dropped her off p>
“How’s her wrist p>
“She has a minor fracture but nothing to be concerned about. The doctor gave her a shot of pain meds and wrapped it,” he answered. “Okay, good,” I said before ending the link and turning back to Shirley.
Shirley was an Alpha so it wouldn’t be long for her wolf to heal her injuries, but Silver had no wolf, she wouldn’t heal as quickly. I shouldn’t have been so careless with her; my wolf had been pissed the minute he heard Silver whimper in pain.
I felt like shit seeing the hurt expression on her face and it took everything I had not to wrap her in my arms and hold her close to me. But with Shirley in pain because of Silver, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Silver was my responsibility and Shirley was my friend, which meant anything Silver did was my problem. I’m now obligated to make sure Shirley gets treated and cured by my pack’s specialists. I can’t imagine Silver would do something like this; she doesn’t seem to have a mean or malice bone in her body. But it wouldn’t make sense for Shirley to lie or throw herself down the stairs; that wasn’t in her nature either. I knew Shirley longer and to be honest, I don’t know Silver all that well.
We met the day before we married. For all I know, Silver could have a mean streak.
I quickly shook the thought out of my mind; I wasn’t going to make any decisions about her until I spoke to her and got her side of the story. For right now, I needed to care for Shirley and make sure she got taken care of.
Silver would just have to wait until later.
I sat and talked with Shirley for several hours. The doctor came in and out, examining her injuries and making notes on her recovery speed. Shirley kept clinging to my arm, making it impossible for me to go anywhere.
I lost track of time and didn’t realize it was past midnight until Shirley finally fell asleep from the medication the doctor had given her. I finally pried my arm out of her grasp and excused myself before she could wake up to protest.
I called Beta Leo to return and take me back to the palace. He was quieter than usual as we drove through the night and towards the palace.
“Why are you quiet?” I asked him, glaring at my Beta and oldest friend.
He shrugged.
“Your wife was quite upset earlier. It’d be wise if you cleared up any misunderstandings,” was all he said.
I furrowed my brows at him, not sure what he was talking about. But I chose not to reply to him. As he parked the car, I got out of the car.
“I’m heading back to the packhouse for the night,” he informed me. “I’ll see you tomorrow p>
I nodded and waited until he was gone before I went into the palace.
I paused at the doorway; we had servants and other staff members living in the palace, not to mention guards who walked in and out all throughout the day and night. But for some reason, the atmosphere felt different. It felt almost dense, and it was quiet… very quiet.
“Good evening, Alpha,” one of the gammas said as he made his rounds. “Everything okay p>
“Is my wife home p>
“Last I saw she was going to her room to sleep p>
I nodded and went upstairs and into our bedroom. But I froze when I saw that it was empty. My brows furrowed together.
Where the hell was she?
After finding the bathroom empty, I let out a low growl of aggravation. I left the room and pulled my wolf forward; he had already committed her scent to memory, so I knew he’d be able to find her easily if she was still in the palace.
Sure enough, her floral scent invaded my nose, and I followed the trail further down the hallway, pausing outside of one of the guest rooms. I let out another low growl before opening the door, not bothering to knock.
I froze when I saw her curled up on the bed.
Why was she sleeping in the guest room?