Imogen is her pack's runt. She was a surprise to her family, and a disgrace. Her father is the gamma of her pack so her existence as the runt is a disappointment and disgusting.
Her family wait for the moment when she can find her mate, leave the pa...
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~Tobias~
I leave Imogen crouched by the fire and I head up to my room to find her some clothes. Even through I came here early to clean and set the house up ready for her, I failed to remember any clothes for her so I hope she doesn't mind wearing mine for a little bit longer.
Grabbing another of my large woollen jumpers a thermal top and leggings for her to wear as well as fluffy socks, I wonder about if I made the right choice in taking her.
Deep down I know that I made the right choice, to leave her with her mate would have been condemning her to a life of rape and misery. I just hope I've made the right choice in taking her here and assuming I can protect her from Blake's wrath. Even though he doesn't want her, you can only get pregnant with your true mate so for Blake he needs Immy to give him heirs.
Sighing, I head back down stairs with the clothes in my arms and the thought of dinner in my mind. I couldn't believe how tiny and cold she felt on my back and now I can't get the feeling out of my mind. She's so fragile and I know she needs feeding up.
I walk down the stairs almost silently, I don't want to startle her so I move quietly. Imogen is sitting so close to the fire she's practically in the flames, her wet clothes are in a pile beside her and she's wrapped in a fur blanket up to her neck.
Her eyes are trained down to her hands, despite the fact they are hidden under a blanket she still won't take her eyes from them. That's what years or enforced submission do to a wolf, they form a habit that protects them from anger, for Immy that is looking at her hands.
"Hi." I call out softly, even though I carefully modelled my tone so as to not startle her, it didn't work. She jolts and one corner of the blanket slips off her shoulder exposing her pale skin to my greedy eyes.
Imogen bites her lip and nods as a greeting. I walk down the last few steps and over to where she is sitting. Carefully, I lay the clothes down near to her and give her a soft smile.
"I'm going to go into the kitchen and make you something to eat ok. You can get changed."
At first, Immy nods at my statement until I watch a thought enter her head. She looks up at me with wide, slightly unsure eyes. It takes me a second but then I realise what's wrong.
"I won't come in until you call out to me. I swear."
Still Immy doesn't move, she keeps her gaze up at me but her eyes don't meet mine. She trusts me, but not completely yet, I guess.
Sighing, I kneel down so I'm level with her and look into her eyes, she immediately tries to break eye contact with me but I catch her jaw under my index finger and make her look at me. I reach for her blanket and pull it back over her shoulder.
