THE ALPHA'S mAtE

CHAPTER ONE

Gabby's Perspective//

The taste of bitterness claimed my tongue as I studied myself in the mirror. The words my mother said continuously rang in my ears. You are nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut. You disappoint everybody. Hurt consumed me. I shouldn't have been surprised by her words. She says similar things to me every single day. She has since my father left. She resented me. She'd tell me you look just like him in her rare moments of recollecting the positive memories she'd once shared with him. My existence reminded her daily of his betrayal. And she made sure I was miserable for it. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Gabby!" Mother yelled before slamming the door open so hard it flew off of its hinges.

Quickly I wiped away the evidence of my emotions, "Yes Mother?"

"Go to the store and get me another case of beer," she glared.

"Yes ma'am."

She grumbled something I couldn't hear and stalked out of the room.

Quickly I grabbed my white tennis shoes and put them on before rushing out of the trailer.

Even at eighteen, my mother refuses to let me drive or buy a car. So I ran. Town was nearly a fifteen-minute drive, and it would take even longer on foot. Boiling tears were streaming down my face. I don't understand why she treats me this way. I was so lost in thought that I tripped over a rock, skidding my knees against the hard concrete. I sobbed. I couldn't bother to sit up or to get up. I wished the rain could've just washed me away.

"Why are you lying on the ground?" A strange croaky voice appeared above me.

"Please, let me be." I sighed, "I don't have any money to give. Just take a look at me."

"I don't want your money." He paused, "I'm here to change your life." I felt a crusty finger slide against my arm down to my elbow. "You'd make a fine bride for prince mafia leader alpha of the Blood Moon Pack."

I sat up and looked at the stranger. He donned a hooded black cloak which covered him head to toe. I raised an eyebrow, "Erm what?"

Behind him appeared two more hooded figures. One pulled out a cloth sack. I jumped to my feet and sprinted down the alley, the exact alley they had trapped me in without realizing it.

"Ha ha you thought you could escape me?" the cloaked man arrogantly said in a fake British accent.

I glanced over my shoulder before tripping over my own feet "Please, no!" I held my hands out as if I had some type of magical powers that would just push them away. They all chuckled in union before shoving me into the bag. I kicked and tried to claw my way out, but I eventually had to give in.