I look up, finding the scent that made me feel uncomfortable. Why did I feel this way? What is happening to me?
My heart increases, feeling as though it will jump out of my chest. Suddenly I cannot breath.
In. Out. In. Out.
Attempting to control my breathing. That is until I looked into my eyes and my world stopped. Time froze around me.
This can't be happening. Anyone but him. I begin walking backwards as I bump into a stranger, tripping on his feet and falling. I cover my face bracing for impact.
When I look up he is gone, with no sign that he was in the ballroom in the first place, except for the back door slamming shut. On impact I get up and run.
I ran as fast as my feet could possibly take me to the restroom. The one man. The one man who was supposed to be able to save me from My abuse. My torturers. Even he did not want a mate like me. I was destined to live alone in pain and grief for the rest of my life.
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The Mark of a Queen
WerewolfAll the pieces begin to meld together in my head. This is his doing. An Alpha is supposed to lead by example, and it seems quite obvious, that he is not. Nothing but the sound of the whip against her back filling my ears. Filling my thoughts. The m...
