Trust Me, Alpha.

Chapter 5 - That Sound

Belle's POV

"You are going to text me everyday and when you get back we are definitely getting caught up with Once Upon A Time!" Farrah yells while I drive away.

That week was supposed to be us doing fun things all weekend downward spiraled into us just watching Netflix, stuffing our faces, and talking about how hot Theo James is. It was great.

I wish I could've stayed longer but my dad called yelling that I couldn't just get up and leave whenever I wanted (the sad part is they didn't notice I was gone for 5 days).

So, now I was on the road again, and having the time of my life driving for 5 hours straight. Ha, not. Me and Fare had basically been nocturnal these past few days, and honestly all this sunlight was hurting my eyes.

I'm tired as hell and didn't want to start nodding off so I plug my aux cord into my phone and put on my "Can't fall asleep while driving" playlist. I bob my head to the melody of 'Under the Sea' singing it under my breath as I stare straight at the road focused on staying awake.

By the time my songs had started to repeat came on I decide I need one thing and one thing only. Coffee. I stop at the first Starbucks I see and run in.

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I have figured out the single saddest thing in the world. When you can tell you're almost out of coffee. You're sipping your iced mocha latte as happy as you can be, when suddenly you hear the sound. Slurp. I froze, and then let out a depressed sigh before I finished it.

Atleast I had gotten back to the... what was the pack's name again? Oh well. Anyway I got pretty close to the border so I park the car outside of the border and walk inside. Not even 5 seconds after I step in, I hear the pounding of paws and about six wolves surround me, growling.

I freeze, stuttering as I try to speak, "Uh um, I... pack mine here?" Did I mention I tend to get nervous around strangers? Well, I do, just in case you were wondering. The biggest wolf of the group walks behind a tree and shifts, coming out in basketball shorts. He has ruffled straight brown hair, and sky blue eyes. Oh, and abs. Those are nice.

"Usually you'd already be dead or in our prison, but we're giving you a chance to speak first. So speak." He growls as his eyes flash white for a second, and then return to their original blue color. I'm shaking at this point, making incoherent sounds and whimpering.

My wolf Imogen is growling at me to stop being a wimp, he's yelling at me, and I'm freaking out and all in all this is just not a very good situation. When the wolves step closer to me Imogen apparently had had enough because she takes control and growls at all of them viciously.

"Back away..." She glares at their leader, daring him to take a step towards us.

He stays put, but midlinks someone probably to come get us. In my head I'm really hoping it's someone from my pack. Imogen lets me back in control.

For a second we all just kind of stand there awkwardly, since they aren't stepping near me but I'm surrounded by them. That doesn't last long though, because suddenly I perk up, smelling a delectable scent, almost getting lost in it. A mix of cocoa powder, sugar, and a hint of cinnamon... like hot chocolate mix. Mmm, hot chocolate.

"Our mate's here!!" Imogen yips happily inside my head.

Without thinking, I drop all my things and run towards the scent. When I get closer, I see him. Dark tousled hair, chiseled features, and warm golden brown eyes. He runs towards me, and when he meets I throw my arms over him. Probably a bit progressive for someone who's just one more than a stranger to me, but all the caution I have has thrown out the window.