Mates with the Alpha

Chapter 16

(Rose's necklace)

POV Rose:

It was almost dark outside now. I haven't seen Michael since earlier, which I thank God for.

I'm making dinner for him, I haven't ate anything but a piece of bacon this morning. I longed to eat just a bite of the steaming plate of spaghetti, but I know my stomach would just reject it. I took my old plastic water bottle to the faucet and quietly turned on the water. As it filled I found the salt I put back in the cabinet earlier, and took it out. I poured a little bit into the now full bottle and let it sit in the back of my throat. After about a minute or so I spit it out and tried not to cry at the excruciating pain searing its way throughout my throat.

It's okay, the salt will heal. I reassure myself. I run back up the stairs and wait.

When the sun finally sets I get ready to walk down stairs when I remember, my mother's necklace. I look frantically around the room, it's the only thing in my life that actually matters to me.

My mother got it for me when I was born. It had red rubies and small diamonds around the collar, to say the least, it was stunning. She used to put it on me as I pranced youthfully around the room. I remember how I'd have to shield my eyes from the red glow that would shine in my eyes from the reflecting sun. When she died I stopped wearing it, and looking at it all together. Its the only thing that I have left of her.

And now I can't find it. I've never moved it, it was in the small jewelry box I kept behind my vanity mirror. But when I looked there, there was only a blank space where it once remained.

By the time I searched the whole room the sun was already set, and the beginnings of nighttime were already starting to show. And I started to panic.

Did Peyton think I wouldn't go with her?

Did she give up on me?

Did Dr. Black think I was rejecting her help, again?

Did they leave me?

Probably.

I'm worthless.

I'm insignificant.

I am nothing.

I repeat the words that have been drilled into my innocent mind since I was 7. I was so deep in thought and self criticism that I didn't feel someone standing behind me until it was to late. I heard the swish of the foot before I felt it.

The kick landed on my ribs causing the breath to leave my lungs with a loud crack. That sounded bad, maybe broken even.

Its not like it would be the first time.

"Looking for something?" Michael asks in an innocent tone. I can barely move without the urge to throw up all over his shiny black shoes. I try desperately to get oxygen back into my lungs before his next blow. Despite my body's protests, I forced myself to turn around and look at him.

When I face him, still on the ground, he pulls his hands out from behind his back, and when I see what he is holding, I feel my blood run cold.

In his right hand he holds my mother's necklace, and despite the dark surroundings, it seems to glow in the moonlight. And in his left, a crumpled piece of paper. I instantly pale.

The note.

I move my hand to my back pocket and I feel nothing but holy jean fabric...it must've fallen out.

How could I have been so dumb?

"Oh don't look so surprised. Did you think I wouldn't notice her give this to you?" He holds up the note and laughs. The that laugh echoes throughout my mind and etches its way into my soul.

"You are never leaving me, you are mine. Do you understand?" I knew this part of the conversation was coming, he always told me this, but this time was different.

"Answer me" he yells and kicks me in the same place again. I nod and I double over, this time when I cough, I feel my stitches rip open. He grabs a fistful of my dark brown hair and tugs me up a little, then punches me in the face again, causing me to collapse. "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

I try to scream at him to stop, to yell for help, but nothing comes out but more coughing and some spots of dark blood.

I try to block his hits, but it doesn't work. Black stars start to spot my vision as he continues to strike down upon me I try to welcome the oncoming darkness. But before I can let my mind walk its way into a peaceful unconsciousness, a sharp sound makes me cringe.

I look through blurry eyes and try to find the source, I also take notice that Michael has stopped. I see broken shards of glass, mixing with my own blood making it look a beautiful ruby color, laying around me.

I hear a deafening growl come from in front of me, and I cower back in fear. The simple noise radiated so much power, anger, and pain that I couldn't help but open my eyes to look at the creature. I force my swollen eyes open enough to get a blurry picture of a huge wolf.

The same wolf.

The same one that saved me from Michael in the first place. Except now he looked intimidating. His black fur and blue eyes seemed to get darker with hate. He walked over to where I was standing and I screamed.

I screamed bloody murder.

And when I did everything seemed to stop. He stopped walking towards me and I heard him distantly howl in pain as Michael got up from his position on the floor.

I heard more shattering glass, and I saw two pairs of glowing eyes through my fogginess: one dark blue, one bright green.

The eyes were the last thing I saw as I finally slipped into the dark, an prayed to God that this time He would let me follow Him into the light.

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