Hate and Love

Chapter three- Brandon ✅

Levy's POV

MoonStake, that's the pack I'm currently being taken by after being caught trespassing into their their territory. Two men with sculpted bodies and no shirt on hold me by the arms as they drag me back to their pack house. I struggle with all my might but they are too strong for me to get out of their strong grip.
We eventually arrive at the grand entrance of the tallest building I have ever seen and I've seen plenty in books. I marvel at the polished marbel porch and the doorframe. The glass windows had an detailed design that consisted of swirls, circles, spirals, rectangles, squares, pretty much every shape you could imagine.

The two men took me on the inside and I was even more awestruck. The whole inside had a glimmering white shine. The floor was a clean, cleaner than I could ever make the floors back at my old pack house, blue tiled floor. Through one doorway to the left was a giant room. I could barely see in it but there was many seats an what looked like a giant television. Maybe it's a movie theatre, and on the left there was an elevator, they have a freaking elevator in here, the Striped Fighters pack didn't have that, they just had a bunch of stairs that were really hard to clean.

What lays directly in front of me is what really caught my attention. Two staircases, I guess an elevator wasn't enough, spiraled up into an upside down U and in the middle of the staircases sat a door way. The door way had old symbols that probably meant something important, I couldn't really tell you if they did or not.

The guys to my left released one hand and loudly knocked in the door. A muffled voice from inside stated that they could come in. Once the three of us had gotten completely inside the room the two doors closed behind us and I smelt the most amazing smell in the world. Chocolate chip cookies and mint. I've only had chocolate chip cookies once, and that was when Kalen had forced me to make some and I stole one to eat.

Just the smell had a soothing effect. Before going to the source across the room I glance at the two walls on either side of me. Both were covered from top to bottom with books. They ranged from length and width and many different colors too.

In front of me, directed towards the doors, sat a desk. It was nice and neat with the exception of a few papers here and there. A leather rolling chair was set behind the desk and what was sitting in the chair is what had won my attention over anything else in the room. The source of the intoxicating smell, a man no older than eighteen years of age.

"Let her go." His voice booms throughout the room. The two bozos let me go and I bowed my head in the direction of the, I'm assuming, alpha.

"There is no reason to bow your head to me. We are equal, you and I, sweet darling."
I look up at his facial features, not before noticing the weird faces on the two dweebs that carried me in here when their alpha said that,  and take notice that his jawline is set perfectly. His eyes are an intriguing shade of green. Almost so green they look black. His hair a dirty blonde. Cut short and spiking in every direction like he just got out of bed. Mate. The one thing I thought over and over again. A hot mate at that. "Get out, the both of you."

He gets up from his comfortable looking chair and strolls over to me, after the two men had managed to get out the room and shut the door. He stops right in front of me my face almost touching his shoulder because im just that shoer. His hand reaches up and gets close to touching my face, but before that happens though I quickly jerk away out of reflex. I mean, you can't blame me after I lived with those fudgers I called a pack. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jerked away." I bow my head again.

"Why do you act so? Has someone hurt you? What did they do?" His voice speaks kindly. So kindly I do something I haven't done other than in the walls of my old attic room.

Without holding back I burst into tears and hug his waist. Something I never thought I would do. He doesn't pull me away though, he just pulls me closer to his body. As of right now I am glad that those two men were gone and they didn't happen to see me like this, I don't really like people seeing me cry but this is the acception.

I then told the man my story. How my life had been a total hell. How I was treated. What my name was. I didn't mention my powers though. I told him my whole life story while crying on his shoulder. I came to find out his name was Brandon. Such a nice name for a man that would be my mate.