Alpha's Mate (Completed)

Chapter 3

My last week of freedom, I kept dating Keenan. Against my mother, father and Ryker's wishes, I mean let's be honest, it's my life and my choices. Some freaky dude isn't going to show up and control everything I do.

Ryker shows up at my door, with his car, a rusty old Jeep that I love on sight (Mayby I'll steal it and use it to escape).

''I'm not going.'' I argue with my mother.

''Yes, you are.'' She glares at me.

''You.. cannot, absolutely cannot, force me to do this! It's like kidnapping! He's taking me somewhere I don't want to go!'' I shout.

''You have to.'' My dad says.

''Nope. Too bad. I am not doing this.'' I huff, stomping up the stairs back to my room and locking the door.

''Kim, you're going to have to eventually!'' My fathers calls.

''No, actually, I don't..'' I mutter.

And then Ryker breaks down the door. ''That's my door!'' I yell at him. Not even bothering to ask him how he did that, most likely some werewolfy thing that I don't understand.

''And that's your bed, and that's your window.'' He replies, pointing objects.

''Get out..''

''Only if you come with me.''

''No way.'' I laugh outright.

''Then you leave me no choice.'' He shrugs, not seeming overly disappointed, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, heading downstairs.

''Put me down, you oaf!'' I holler, pounding his back and trying to kick him, but my legs are being firmly trapped underneath his arms.

I grind my teeth together, I need to get away from this creep, so.. I use one of the things.. he wouldn't expect. My teeth.

I wait until we reach the bottom, then sink my teeth into his shoulder. He curses and loosens his grip, giving me the opportunity to smash my head into his nose, he let's go of me.

''So long, sir.'' I snicker as I run through the house, and to the back door.. the back door that my father is blocking. ''Dad, MOVE!'' I screech, trying to shove past him. Strong arms encircle my waist, and though I twist and yerk, I can't make any progress. So I give my father the death glare.

''No can do, sweetheart. You'll thank me in the end.'' He grins.

''Yeah, all parents say that.'' I grumble.

Ryker carries me to the car, and I fight him all the way. He sets me in, and turns on the engine. ''Um, you're forgetting something, doofus.''

'"What now?'' he groans, shoving his face into his hands.

''My bags..'' I say. ''I've got them!'' I chirp, and jump out of the car, poising myself to escape.

He leaps out with inhuman speed and steps in front of me.

''Good try.''

I narrow my eyes. ''You aren't touching my bags.''

''How do I know you won't run away.''

''Because I have a bunch of heavy suitcases, idiot.'' I roll my eyes.

''How do I know you won't drop them and run for it?''

''Because I like my suitcases?''

I'll carry your suitcases for you.''

''No way.'' I refuse his offer, somehow handling all of them and hauling them to the Jeep myself, practically throwing them in the trunk. He tries to help put them in, except I spit at him. Yes, literally spit.