The Alpha's stolen Mate.

Chapter Twelve: Rescued.

Authors note:

Hey guys girls and others just jokes. Im really glad that you are enjoying my story. I really appreciate it and for those who have been reading since the very beginning thank you so much.:)

I hope that this chapter is longer and you like it.:) Also I hope that this chapter is a little longer.

~Cassandras P.O.V~

WHAT THE HELL?

He has got to be crazy. Why on earth would he propose to me after putting me through all that abuse? He abused me in every possible way and now he wants to get married. WHAT THE FLYING FUCK???

Inoticed Trent getting agitated and annoyed with me not responding. How on earth could i possibly marry a man such as him? What about Preston? I cant I simply cannot do this. I love Preston. I do not love Trent he is an assoholical conseited egotistical wanker.

Watching Trent look lovingly up at me it takes me back to the first time i met Preston.

~FLASHBACK FIVE YEARS.~

I cant believe that I am going to be spending the rest of my school life in this place. There are no family nor are there friends im simply surrounded by black dreary walls which could make any girl feel depressed. On top of all that add in the evil principal with yellow buck teeth and warts.

I was too preoccupied rummaging through my bag looking for my room key to notice the wall approaching me. The wall and I colided resulting in myself being sprawled across the floor. I soon realised that walls do not move nor do they extend a hand to lift you up.

I greatfully took the hand of the boy helping me to my feet.

"I am so sorry. I wasnt watching where I was going." We both blurted out at the same time before bursting into laughter.

I was instantly drawn to his beautiful smile and big dimples. The two of us were looked in a daze until someone ever so roughly barged past me sending me into the arms of Mr sexy smile and cute dimples.

"I normal introduce myself before throwing myself at people." I joked whilst his arms simply pulled me closer to his chest.

"Well then we had better change that hadnt we. My name beautiful is Preston Williams and I am very priveleged to meet you." He whispered whilst pretending to tip a fake hate forward whilst bowing.

"Cassandra Milano and the privelege is all mine."

~END OF FLASHBACK~

"Cassandra Im going to ask you one more time just in case you have misheard me. Cassandra Milano will you please Marry me?" Trent asked once again.

"Why in the hell would I marry you?"

I demanded.

Trents eyes turned Black and he began to advance towards me once again with a look of pure rage upon his face.

"Cassandra marrying me means the difference between living with riches or living with rags." He said with a cheerful smile on his face.

To anyone else it would seem as though he was just being sweet but, to me I took it as a warning which could be translated as: If you marry me it can be the difference between living a happy, safe or a life spent in the notorious 'Playroom'.

I knew I had a hard decision to make but, both decisions involved me having to spend the rest of my life with Trent. I would rather it be painless than painful. So therefore I only have one answer but, it sickens me to say this. Maybe I can stall just a little while longer.