Of Runt

15

The hospital is so familiar to me these days. So once my eyes slowly peak open, I'm not surprised to be there. I go to sit up but my left hand is restricted by handcuffs. They handcuffed me to the hospital bed! "Archer!" I scream, I want it to be intimidating but it comes out like an unattractive croak.

The door opens showing the blond Alpha, whom has caused me this uncontainable rage. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at me, my wolf instantly softens up. Really? At all time you pick now to play nice? I ask her. "I am handcuffed to the bed."

"I'm very aware of that. No you aren't prisoner."

"You had me under restrictions!"

Archer hands me a glass of cold water. I angerly take a gulp. "Councils orders," he says looking away from me. He better. I lay back with a loud huff.

"It seems as if you treat me as a baby."

"No, I don't mean too. I would never intentionally make you feel bad about yourself," he says sitting on the bed beside me. This is the first time I notice how he has a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows. He must think too hard for such long times.

"Relax some," I add before rubbing his forehead, "you're getting wrinkles."

He lets out a long careless chuckle as he looks away from me. "That's the last thing on my mind right now, sweetheart."

I lift up my cuffed hand and shake it while watching him. "Uncuff me Archer," I plea as he watches. He grabs my wrist making me stop.

"I don't have the key," he shrugs while pushing my hair from my face. He smiles at me briefly before kissing my forehead. "How about I take you to the city later?"

"Why are trying to get me away from the pack?" I ask him. His eyes flash in surprise as he watches me. "Archer?"

"I just figured you would like to get away for a few hours," he explains as he lays his head on my shoulder. Something is clearly off but hell, getting away fir a few hours sounds good.

"Sounds good," I mutter but I'm only met with his soft snores.

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"Can I get a tattoo?" I ask making Archer glance at me.

"You want a tattoo?"

"Well, it's something different. Yes I know it's going to stay forever but I want one," I explain as he pulls me into a tattoo parlor. How he knew it was there is beyond me

"This is where I got mine," he says as a little girl runs up to him. He picks her up, hugging her. Archer has a tattoo?

"Alpha!" A man shouts in joy when he sees us. Archer tells him I want I tattoo then I explain to him what I want. The three of us go back to the room and I awiftly pull my shirt off. I straddle the seat as I pull my hair up in a messy bun.

"How have you been?" Jim, the tattoo artist asks.

"Good, Reagan has been a handful but that's what she's good for," Archer jokes. I let out a playful growl which he returns.

"Me? Man, you're the handful."

"You've almost died like four times!"

"Oh, stop being dramatic Archer," I hiss out. We bicker back and forth for awhile. Jim just chuckles as we do. I don't see how he is concentrating so well with us fighting like little kids.

"How'd you two get in this situation? Let me guess! Alpha Archer lost a bet?" Jim asks with a slight chuckle. Archer just clears his throat nervously.