Rejecting the alpha

Chapter 14

Amelia's POV

"You stupid cat, get out off my house." I know that voice, why is she here? As I reached the front door, I saw my aunt trying to grab Cammy. My cat was having none of it however, scratching and hissing at the woman attempting to hold her. Cam had always hated her, even before my parents died. My father had said that she had good instincts, he never liked my aunt either.

"What are you doing here, aunt Marcy? Are you here for Christmas?"

Her awfully high-pitched laugh felt like nails on a chalkboard, I had to check my ears to see if they were bleeding.

"Good heavens, no, why on earth would I do that? I came to pick up some of my things. I have been invited to Monte Carlo for the holidays. A gentleman I know has booked us the penthouse suite of the Fairmont Hotel." That one sentence described my aunt perfectly, she cared for nothing apart from wealth and status. Surprising really, because until she got the burden of me, she didn't have any wealth of her own. I am completely certain that is the only reason she allowed me to stay at my house. She even tried to sell it last year, but my father's lawyer said she couldn't, as technically it was my house and she was a guest. I have never seen her as angry as she was that day, but to be honest I didn't care. There is no way she is selling my father's house; he had told me it's been in the family for centuries. There's no way I'm letting her sell it.

Marcy brushed the invisible cat hair off her black dress and fixed her straight black hair. Nothing about her was ever out of place, she preferred it that way. She preferred to be perfect, or at least her version of it. She was beautiful, on the outside anyway, inside she was pure evil. Almost everything about her was beautiful, her eyes, however, were an ugly shade of brown. They looked lifeless, I had read once that eyes are the windows to the soul. If I ever needed proof of that, it was her lifeless, soulless eyes.

She glared at Cammy, "I have told you to get rid of that cat, I will not have that thing living in my house."

"It's a good thing this isn't your house," I whispered, but somehow, she heard me.

"We will see, my dear."

After Marcy left, I decided another run was what I needed. Every time I saw my aunt, I always ended up wanting to punch her in the face, with a chair. The further into the woods I got, the more I remembered just how beautiful it was here. There were so many trees, I couldn't even see the sky. The ground was covered in a glistening white blanket of snow, it looked like a wonderland.

Running, I'm still running, how long have I been out here. The forest is darkening around me but that doesn't make any sense, it's morning.

Something is wrong, something smells wrong. It smells like shifters; how do I know that? How can I know that?

I don't understand, what's happening to me? Everything is so loud, the sounds of their paws hitting the snow. Crunch, crunch, crunch. So loud, covering my ears, I searched for them. Nothing, I see nothing. Just an empty forest. This isn't right, no that's not it. They're not right, they smell wrong. They smell off, it burns my nose.

There's something else, a car. I hear a car; the tyres are crawling over the stone drive. Maybe Marcy forgot something, I may not like her but I'll take her over the foul-smelling shifters, any day. My skin felt like every nerve was exposed, I could feel everything, the branches I brushed through hit my nerves like a hammer. What the hell is happening to me?

The car finally came into view. I pushed my legs to move faster, until I ran straight into a wall, and it started to swallow me. Wait, not a wall. A person, someone was holding me, as I freaked out. I think they were trying to talk to me but I can't hear them, the roar of the wind drowning them out.

I felt myself being lifted up bridal style, hugging me to their chest. I didn't care who it was, or why they were there. Their touch was relaxing me, the world started to fade to black.