<b>Chapter </b><b>12 </b><b>Amalia </b>
“Ow,‘ I groaned out.
‘Agreed, ow,‘ Beren stated from where she resided in our shared mind.
‘What happened?‘ I asked. I was trying to piece together what happened.
‘Thest thing I remember, before we were cut off, was silver chains,‘ Beren sighed tiredly.
‘Silver chains!‘ I shouted as I tried to wake myself up. I was cuffed and dragged to the basement. Dad, no, Thomas, beat me. Rose watched us and then tried tofort me. Where was Rose? Where was my pup? ‘Beren, I need to wake up now!‘
I’m trying! We were hurt pretty badly. I need time,‘ she howled, pain and desperationcing her tone.
I knew that her pain was physical and emotional. She wanted to be awake as much as I did to make sure that Rose was alright. ‘I know, I know. I just, I can’t lose her,‘ I cried.
“We won’t lose our pup. If they hurt her, I don’t give a damn about packw. I will kill them all,‘ Beren growled.
It was now a waiting game. We had woken from whatever ckness that had trapped <b>us</b><b>, </b>only to be trapped in our mind. Time flowed by with no way to measure it. I couldn’t tell if it was minutes, hours, or even <b>days</b>. Beren and I only had each other<b>. </b>And to <b>pass </b>the time, we plotted ways to kill Thomas, Marie, and Mellisa.
<b>It </b>was rxing to contemte murder without little ears to hear. We hade up with a lot of <b>ways </b>to kill the three. <b>I </b>was voicing <b>my </b>seventeenth way when I heard voices. Beren and I stopped talking immediately and listened. Several male voices talked around <b>us</b>. <b>I </b>couldn’t ce them. The only thing <b>I </b>knew for <b>sure </b>was not a single one was Thomas’s. I let out a sigh of relief at that knowledge. Thomas wasn’t here<b>, </b>he <b>wasn’t </b>torturing me.
The next thing I heard was a rhythmic beep. I heard it faintly. It reminded me of the time I went to visit Grandma Rose in the hospital before she died.
“Guess<b>!</b>” the sound of an excited child entered the male voices. “Guess what we did!<b>” </b>
That motivated us to open our eyes. My eyes few open at the sound of my baby. I didn’t care that machines started beeping wildly. I didn’t care at the multiple men stood around me, shouting words. All I cared about was making <b>sure </b>my baby was safe. I fought to get away from the wires attached to me. I was desperate to hold her andfort her.
“Mommy!<b>” </b>my Rosebud sobbed. She ducked under one of the guys that went to pick her up. Rose was sessful in climbing up, onto my bed before a different guy snatched her up. “Mommy!” Rose sobbed again <b>as </b>she reached out for me.
Beren and I growled. It was so deep, I felt like the room shook. Although<b>, </b>it may have been me. The guy holding Rose hesitated. “Let my pup go!” I shouted, or tried to. My voice was hoarse from disuse and the screaming.
“She’ll be okay,” a voice tried to sooth.
I didn’t listen. I fought harder to get to my pup.
“Stop, please, Ama,” a different voice begged. Maybe it was the plea, maybe it was the tone, or even the fact that I knew that voice, but I paused.
“Mark<i>?</i><i>” </i>I croaked, shock overwhelming me,
“It’s me, Ama. It’s me. We finally found you,<b>” </b>he said as he was standing beside my bed. His hands on my shoulders, trying to keep me in the bed.
“Mommy?” Rose continued to sob.
“I got her,” I heard someone say. I looked and saw Calyx. His hair still straightpared to his brothers with a slight curl.
<b>“</b><b>Cal</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>asked.
“Hi,” he whispered as he brought Rose closer to the bed.
I was about to reach out and take Rose when the door mmed open. We all jumped at the noise.
“Everyone out, <b>I </b>need to check and make sure Amalie is okay,” the doctor stated as he walked into the room.
“Dramatic much<b>,</b><b>” </b>James snipped. I finally recognizing him.
<b>“</b><b>Yes</b>, I am when one of my patients wake up from hera,” he growled as he pinned a re at the beta. “Now out, all of you.”
Markus and Calyx went to argue.
“I don’t care that she is your mate. I need to talk with her and do a thorough run through,” he growled.
“Uncle Will,” Mark whined.
“No, out,” he ordered again.
My brain short circuited. He did not say mate. The doctor had to be wrong.
‘Not wrong! You felt the sparks from Markus<b>!</b>‘ she howled with joy.
‘What? How?‘ I demanded.
‘Don’t know, Moon goddess knew we needed each other,‘ Beren stated. I knew that if she was human, she would have been shrugging her shoulders.
“Now, Amalie, I need to go over a few things with you,” Doc Will started to exin.
I tuned back into what he was saying. Only now noticing that my pup and mates were gone. I was alone.
“You’ve been in aa for almost two weeks. You had silver poisoning from the <b>cuffs </b>on each <b>of </b>your limbs and you were severally beaten,” he started.
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<b>I </b>scoffed at that. I wasn’t severally beaten, I was almost killed. I was beaten within an inch of my life and my baby had to watch that. I was then asleep for two weeks while she continued to suffer at the hands <b>of </b>parents. No, thatst part wasn’t true. <b>If </b><b>I </b>was reading the room right in the few seconds that <b>I </b><b>saw </b>everyone, the twins were watching my pup.
“I realize that it might seem like <b>I </b>am down ying your trauma, but I’m not. I amying out what happened so we can set goals and move forward,” he exined. “So, with that in mind, I’m going to see how your physical status <b>is </b>fairing. I will then get a therapist in here to talk with you about what you went through at the hands of your parents. Once all that is done, we will figure out a treatment n. Are you okay with all that?<b>” </b>
“I<b>… </b>Yeah<b>, </b>I’m okay with that. But can I have Rose here with me?<b>” </b><b>I </b>asked. I wanted to hold her.
“Not yet. I don’t think you want her to see <b>the </b>scars you have or for her to hear about them. <b>If </b>you are ufortable being alone with me, I can have one of you matese back in and sit with <b>us</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>Doctor Will offered instead.
“I… I would like that,” I stated,