Maxime P.O.V

Bartholomé had gone to sleep a little because the pain from a few minutes ago exhausted him. I hoped that he would get better soon. Becoming pregnant after being raped and rejected by his mate was horrible.

I was currently reading a book that Bart brought me along with a big pile of others. It was called "The Outsiders" and it was really good. The only problem was that two guys I was shipping together died, so now I was really sad and felt like crying. I guess in some way dying with the person you loved was better than staying alone with the memories of your dead beloved…

I heard the door being opened and turned to see the Alpha walk in along with the pack's doctor, an old man in his late fifties that had a gentle look in his eyes. He gave of a feeling of security and warm, just like a home. Well, what I heard of a home because I never had one. All I ever got was beatings and insults. People were jerks.

"Hello young one, my name's Ignac Greymond and I'm the pack's doctor. I took care of you while you were in a comatose and I will be there if you need anything in the future." The gentle looking old man, now know as Ignac, said. I could feel honesty and care in his speech, so I guessed it was not just his appearance that was gentle. What a rare werewolf being, the rarest of the world. I thought that all beings were evils and hypocrites, but I guessed there were still a few gentle living things in this world. I said a few, they were in risk of extinction after all.

I nodded to him and turned to continue reading my book. Like I already said, I was not really the talkative type even if my interlocutor was a gentle little thing that should be protected at all cost and kept away from being stained by this dirty world full of garbage and liars.

"You will be discharged tomorrow because you already heal while you were sleeping. Oh yeah, you slept for a whole week so with your ability to heal faster because of your werewolf gene plus the week off, you got enough time to heal nearly completely. There are still a few bruises, but it will soon be healed." The doctor said with a soft smile hanging on his lips and the eyes curved in a crescent shape from the movement. His crinkles were faint, but I could still see the mark of aging and the proof of the daily anxiety he must face while being a doctor. Some people's crinkles were ugly and made them look like they got disfigured in an accident, but his were just perfect and gave off a feeling of softness and as if he lived through all the big crisis that happened in the world, but didn't got tainted by the ugliness in it.

I was shocked to learn that I slept for a whole week, but I guessed with my successive beating and all the times I put my body to its limit, it was only normal to suffer such backlashes. Like he said, I was a little sore, but it was only from sleeping for a long period of time without giving my muscle the stretching they needed to stay flexible and healthy. My broken bones were gone but I could feel that the bones that got the worst of it were still a little tender and would surely be for a few days or maybe weeks depending of the amount of pressure I would put on them for the next days. Which also depends on whatever they decided that I would be doing to be able to stay here.

I trusted Bart to always tell me the truth, but his were maybe not mine. Maybe because he was pregnant, they told him not to do anything as to not risk a miscarriage, but I was sure that they wouldn't let me, a healthy beautiful man, just sleep all day and do nothing. I would have to gain the right to stay here and I was dreading it to be like my old pack.

"I can see the wheels spinning in your head. You won't have to do anything for the pack. Just being loyal and helping in case of crisis is enough." Said the handsome looking Alpha with an equally handsome smile. If he weren’t an Alpha and if I didn't know the real personality of those egoist guys, I would totally go for him. Man, I would trade my life to lick those beautifully shaped pectorals, maybe add a little ice cream on it. It would surely melt because of the hotness of his body sculpted by the gods themselves but who cared? Not me.

"Objection" I simply said to get my point across. I didn't want to enjoy a stressful life filled with anxiety about being kicked out of the pack at any moment, which would be the case if they didn't give me something to do. At least, if they gave me something, I would have the reassurance that I was useful. They wouldn't throw away someone that they needed right? Right!? Anyway, I couldn't tie myself to this pack, it was just impossible.

Well, maybe if my mate were in this pack but I was sure that it was not the case so I could cross this out of the list. Now I only had working for them and proving that I was so useful that they would lose greatly if they kicked me out as an option. That was my only remaining solution that was easy to do. The others were to unimaginable, like hunting a dragon and come back flying on his back while threatening them to take me back if they ever kicked me out. Yeah, I didn't think it would work out well, I was too lazy to go look for one. They lived so far away and only came back to society on special occasion.

Now I could only hope that my amazing skill in cooking and my long experience in this field would be enough to convince them of my worth.