Runaway

eight

eight

I rub the soft fabric of clean sheets between my fingers. It's been a long time since I've been able to sleep in a bed alone. My fingers graze over the glossy wallpaper as my eyes examine the room. It is clear that although the room is trying to be gender neutral there was obviously a feminine touch. When you take into account the beautiful tapestry hanging above the door and soft pink duvet. 

My eyes then trail down my own bruised frame to find that someone has changed me into a beautiful silk night gown, the sort of thing I was never allowed to own. 

I feel my heartbeat exhilarate could it of been my mate who changed me? The moment the thought passes through my mind I cower, if he saw all the bruises surely that would be reason enough to reject me? 

My eyes snap up to the oak door as I watch the handle turn painstakingly slow. Before I have time to think I pull the covers up and retreat into the furthest corner away from the door. 

Cowering I watch an incredibly familiar man enter the room I slept in. He looks around baffled for a second then his eyes lock with mine, instinctively I wince and begin to shake. 

Cautiously he begins to make his way towards me as he draws closer my heart beat speeds up. He's going to kill me I can feel it. 

"Hey Isabelle." The moment I hear his voice my body relaxes slightly and I scold myself for letting down my guard at the sight of complete stranger. 

"W-who are you?" I whisper staring down at the soft sheets clenched between my tiny fists. 

"You don't remember me?" The man responds a hurt expression appearing on his face.

"N-no I d-do." I reply quickly trying hard to please him. I am weak but I'm no idiot it's obvious by the stature of this man that he carries a lot of power within this pack, angering him would be a mistake. 

"Oh really?" His voice is teasing as he sits down at the end of the bed. 

Instantly I push myself further against the head board, "y-yes." 

"Well then Isabelle enlighten me." He draws out my name slowly as if he enjoys watching me squirm. 

"I um errrr-." 

"It's o-." 

"I DO KNOW!" I cry desperately as a small smile appears on his face. Instantly I cover my mouth quivering, "I-I'm sorry for interrupting you s-sir." 

"It's fine truly, but if you're so certain you know who I am then enlighten me." He gives me an encouraging smile as I begin to sit up a little straighter.

"W-well you carry authority in your voice, you s-sit up tall and it's obvious you're used to being obeyed. Ummm, you don't have the stance of an Alpha, so maybe a beta?" I whimper pulling the sheets up to cover my eyes to afraid of his reaction. This is the first I've shared my opinion with anyone and if my observations are correct then I have every reason to be afraid. 

"It's okay." I hear his voice, this time it's much more quiet and reassuring. "I won't hurt you." 

"Do you promise?" I ask from behind my sheet. 

"I promise." 

Slowly I let the sheet go, watching the Beta walk towards me, he offers me his hand as I crawl out of bed. 

"You're very observant Isabelle." He comments as I stand beside him. 

I shrug slowly. 

"The Alpha would like to see you now." He says in a serious tone.