Chosen By the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 8: Dream Mate

Who would've thought that the day I would move out would be the day my mom showed concern? My lips curled into a bitter smile. I tried to remind myself that there was always the chance of me visiting, but I didn't hold onto that fleeting thought. Just like what my father said before, those who came in contact with the Blue Moon pack were never seen again.

My eyes roamed my face as I combed the loose curls out of my hair in front of the mirror in my bathroom. I didn't seem any different, but I do look drained because of last night's escapade. In addition to finding out that my mate could snap me in a single second, I was also assaulted by a man I trusted. Jake's face clouded my vision, and I felt my ticker on the verge of exploding.

That bastard is a real stickler. I never thought he would do something as disgusting as that. Heaving, I reluctantly made my way downstairs. After having this conversation with my parents, there would be no turning back. I would officially be moving out.

I came into the living room and looked at my family's familiar faces, each one tinged with sadness and fear. My mother's red eyes and my father's dark circles almost made me choke, but I tried to look unbothered. Well, until I saw Clara's lips turned down in a frown. She always looks at me that way, but this time, there's a hint of regret. Wesley and Sienna are here too. They sat on the couch, their arms around each other, gazing at me sadly.

"You know we have to let you go, right?" My mother's soft voice chimed in first. I felt my eyes widen. I haven't heard her speak to me that softly since I was a child. She typically reserved that voice for Clara.

"I understand," I said with a nod, letting out a sigh of contempt. It's not like letting them stop me from going away is going to change anything. My mate is the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack, for God's sake.

"I should've helped you skip out on the ball when you asked me," I heard Wesley speak up, his eyes glazed over as he stood up and pulled me into a hug. I breathed in his scent to savor him. After all, I don't know when I'll see him again, or if I'll ever see him again.

"It's not your fault. Actually, it's no one's fault. Don't be bummed out," I whispered whilst shaking my head, refusing to place the blame on anyone other than myself. I should have tried harder. I should have listened to my gut and avoided the ball at all costs. Perhaps, I should've ran away.

"I'm gonna miss you, Aubrey..." Clara's sudden whisper pulled me out of my trance. She walked up to me, and although reluctant, she pulled me into a hug. I couldn't remember the last time I hugged my younger sister. I couldn't even remember the last time we had a real conversation. It made my eyes water. I patted her head as she pulled away and flashed a smile. Even though she's my biggest enemy and loudest hater, she's still my sweet little sister.

"If things go well... I'll make sure to contact you all," I assured them, trying to put a smile on my face for their benefit.

After parting with my sister, I nearly gasped in surprise when my father pulled me in for a hug. My family has never been the touchy kind of people, so this was entirely new to me. Some part of me regretted not hugging them sooner. Despite all of the bickering, I wouldn't know what to do without them.

"I love you. Don't forget that," my father grumbled, his voice shaking lightly for the first time. I found myself smiling into his dark eyes, trying to blink the tears away from falling.

"Aubrey, I need to have a word alone with you." My mother suddenly said and snatched my wrist without giving me ample time to protest. She eventually dragged me outside the house, the two of us standing in the middle of the lawn.

"What's wrong?" I asked, the wind blowing my hair to the side.

Mother looked away and heaved in dissonance. "I need you to listen to me for once. I know I've always wanted you to be obedient and submissive, but you need to be smart this time, Aubrey," she warned, her hands gently grasping my shoulders as she stared into my eyes.

"What—What do you mean?" I questioned, frozen in place by her urgent words.

"You know the things Parker is capable of, Aubrey. You can't run, you won't get far even if you manage to leave their territory. If he harms you, if he forces you into anything, you will need to make a decision," my mother continued, her lips pressed in a thin line.

"And your point is?" I asked, my sentence trailing off as I tried to decipher the hidden meaning in her words.

"What I'm saying is... there may only be one way out of that situation. Aubrey, if all else fails, you need to... Aubrey, you need to..." My mother spoke softly and started to tear up. She couldn't continued her words as she started to sob. With that, what she said clicked in my head. Chills ran down my spine as a strong gush of wind brewed over the horizon.

"Y—You're telling me to kill myself?" I whispered harshly, now understanding why she needed to talk to me. I can't believe my mother is advocating for this. My eyes widened in shock and this belief. Could she really encourage this?

"Aubrey, don't think ahead of yourself. My mother went through this, remember?"

"Yeah! I've heard how she was abused, but do you really think it's better if I just killed myself instead of fighting for what's right and moral?" I asked, my voice also starting to break. I looked up and the sky was turning grey.

"Yes." The firmness of my mother made me pause. "If he harms you once, he'll do it again. I am telling you to kill yourself, Abyrey. Kill yourself because I can't stand knowing you're living an empty life." A line of tear ran down her face as her cool hand came up and cupped my cheek. I could see the sadness lodged deep in her eyes, and for once, in my rebellious life, I understood why she acted the way she did.

Just like what they said, mothers knows best. I needed to be strong not only for her, but also for myself. No one will come with me to live with the Blue Moon Pack. So, I need to defend myself in every way possible. My tough act needs to surface. I can't let them see how afraid I truly am. In the next moments, my mother held me tightly, and I relished in comfort. "My sweet little Aubrey. Please, be tough..."

After our deep conversation, we ruled over the tension we have been sharing for the past years. I knew I needed to get my things ready before Alpha Parker's arrival, so I trodded upstairs. As my foot hit each step on the way to my room, the words of my mother still lingered. I couldn't move on and kept telling myself that I needed to be strong.

'There may only be one way out of this situation...' The thought swirled through my head.