Chapter 41: In Her Shadow

***Vanessa***

All morning, the pack medical team has been examining me, testing my brain function and my patience with their incessant questions.

What makes this entire experience upsetting, however, is the fact that my own husband has not even bothered to check up on me.

I don’t expect to be coddled or doted on as Christian is not exactly a very nurturing man even when he was with Natalia, but still, a simple “Hey, how are you feeling?” would have been nice.

To make matters worse, my head is pounding and it feels like every part of my body is overstimulated.

My ears are so sensitive and the sound of the heart monitor beeping is only making my headache worse.

Even my eyes burn from all the damn light coming in from the window and I’ve been given sunglasses to alleviate the pain.

All this stimulation seems to be playing tricks on my mind because I swear I hear whines and barks in my head throughout the examinations.

I don’t think much of the sounds though, chalking it all up to my imagination and exhaustion.

Where the f**k is my Gamma? I wonder, looking around the empty hospital room.

Shouldn’t Jordan at least be here to take care of me? He used to take care of Natalia all the time whenever she was sick.

No matter what I do, I will always be stuck in her shadow.

Growing up, Natalia was the perfect golden child.

She was naturally very smart, always landing a spot on the Honor Roll while I always struggled to keep up.

I had to work twice as hard to make the list and when I showed my mother my report card for a tiny bit of recognition, she just shrugged and tossed it on the table.

“What do you want? A reward?” she scoffed sarcastically.

“Estas pero bien pendeja {You are an i***t!}.This is the bare minimum.I did not leave my country for you to not take advantage of your education.You should always make the honor roll, just like your sister.Deja de andar con tus babosadas y ayudame a hacer de comer {Enough with your stupidity and help me make dinner}.”

I never showed her my report card again after that.

With Natalia being such a damn star in academics, I turned to the next best thing, sports.I joined the soccer team and worked my way to captain on the cheer team.

Did it matter? No.

mother was always too busy taking Natalia to her debate meets, her volunteering programs at the local nursing homes, and her community service activities at the rec center

from the football team.I was labeled a slut for most of highschool, though I never did could get attention

course, that

met a college

for a drink in the master bedroom and being the dumb b***h that I was

night, only that I woke up naked in

myself that nothing happened to me, that it was just a strange

many reasons, I

have been angry at me for sneaking out and the cops would have said I was asking for it by dressing the way I did and agreeing to drink with the boy

was raped? After that, I did everything I could to erase Skyler off my body, f*****g anything with a pulse to distance myself

see s*x as just an act,

an existence

knew exactly what she wanted, I was

not “Become an engineer,” my mom would

“They make good money.”

working towards her Medical Assistant certification with the ultimate goal of

only thing I knew, partying and drinking to numb the emptiness

when

was like a beacon of hope.I had seen him in a few classes but it wasn’t

was funny and charming, always very polite whenever we got

point, Christian didn’t

my stomach hurt and we’d

than anything, though, he was the first person to make

Nessa.You are one smart Lady.Why didn’t I think

I

eyes of the man whose soul completes mine, understanding

“I’m sorry,”

murmurs, tears

“I’m very sorry…but…we-”

words, fighting with his own

“Please…”

mouth before I can stop it, a part of

cupping my cheeks as he pulls me in for a

and all of its problems fading away with every movement of

have ever experienced, but

Vanessa Vasquez as my mate,” he whispers, pulling up the blanket to

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