Divorced by the Alpha, Claimed by the Rogue Chapter 7; Saved by a Rogue

Alina’s POV

The sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils before I even opened my eyes. It was that unmistakable, heavy sll of a hospital. My eyelids felt like lead, fluttering against the harsh fluorescent glow of the room. mory ca back in jagged shards: the deafening howl of a rogue, the flash of teeth, the cold terror. It was a miracle I was breathing at all.

I tried to push myself up, but a white-hot flare of agony shot through my side. My breath hitched in a sharp wince, and I collapsed back onto the thin mattress, trembling.

"Leo," I croaked, my voice barely a dry rattle. My son. The need to reach him felt like a physical tug in my chest.

The door clicked open, and a nurse stepped in, her expression softening when she saw . "I am glad to see you are finally awake," she said, checking the IV drip beside my bed.

"What happened?" I forced the words out, my throat tight. "How did I get here?"

"A man brought you in. He had the look of an outcast about him, but..." She trailed off, a faint, dazed smile touching her lips. "He was striking. He’s your savior, truly. If he hadn’t arrived when he did, you wouldn’t have made it."

A cold shiver ran down my spine. The thought of Leo growing up without a mother—of being truly alone in the world—was more terrifying than the rogue’s claws.

"Did he give a na? I need to thank him."

"No na," she said, shaking her head.

"Any distinct features? Anything I could use to recognize him?"

"Like I said, he looked like a rogue," she whispered, leaning in slightly. "But he had this shock of bright blonde hair and amber eyes that seed to glow. He was... well, built." She cleared her throat, suddenly flustered as she straightened her uniform. "The doctor will be here soon. We’ve already inford your husband."

The word hit like a physical blow. Husband? The man who had rejected ? The man who had stripped of my title and humiliated before the entire pack?

"I don’t have a—"

The door swung open with a heavy thud. Aiden stord in, his face a mask of raw panic. His eyes were bloodshot, shimring with what looked like unshed tears. I blinked, wondering if the pain dication was making hallucinate.

"Alina, how did this happen?" he demanded, his voice thick with a strange, jagged concern.

"It was my fault," I muttered, looking away from the intensity in his gaze. "I should have been more careful."

"This won’t do. You are never driving again," he snapped, his tone turning stern, almost possessive. "I’ll hire a driver for you. You won’t be alone on the road again."

"You don’t need to worry about , Aiden," I said, my voice hardening. "It was a minor accident. I don’t need a driver."

"Minor? You call this minor?" His voice rose, laced with a sharp edge of annoyance. He turned abruptly as the doctor entered the room. "Doctor, what is the situation? Tell everything."

"She seems to be fine," the doctor said, his voice trailing off as he looked at my chart. "It is a rare case, but she seems to have healed so of the major injuries. It’s strange for an Oga who is wolfless."

A wave of relief washed over . I didn’t care if he found it "weird"—all that mattered was that I could move again.

"But she still needs to be taken care of," he added, looking toward Aiden. "So, I say she should be bedridden for about a week."

"A week?" I tried to sit up, but the stiffness in my body stopped . "Doctor, I can’t stay here for a week. My son needs ."

"Don’t be ridiculous, Alina," Aiden snapped, his voice sharp with annoyance. He stepped closer, his presence crowding the small space. "A week is fine. Leo is also my son; I won’t let anything happen to him."

I bit my lip, knowing there was no use arguing when he used that tone. The doctor and the nurse stepped out, the door clicking shut behind them. Aiden turned to , his expression hardening.

"Who saved you?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

"What?" I blinked, caught off guard.

"The doctor told a man brought you here. So, who was it?"

I looked at the ceiling, trying to pull the blurry mory together. The flickering light above my bed made my head throb. "How am I supposed to know who it was? But what I do rember is that a rogue brought here."

Aiden’s eyes widened, his face pale as he took a step back in shock.

"A rogue," he repeated, his lip curling in pure disgust. "Those useless, feral creatures."

The annoyance in his voice was thick, vibrating through the small room. In the pack, rogues are known as nothing but troublemakers and pack-destroyers. I never thought I’d owe my life to a man like that.

"Maybe they aren’t as bad as we think," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Aiden shot a cold, predatory glare that silenced instantly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"And also," I whispered, clutching the hospital sheets, "why did you tell them you were my husband?"

"What was I supposed to say?" he snapped back, his irritation growing. He straightened his jacket and turned toward the door. "I should get going. I will get people to take care of you for the next week."

He walked out without another word.

"What is his problem? I just asked a question," I whispered to the empty room. The steady beep, beep of the machines filled the silence. I closed my eyes, drifting back to the mory of the accident. I couldn’t even rember his face—I must have been unconscious the whole ti.

Whoever he is, I hope I see him again. I need to thank him for saving my life.