Hiding from the Alpha

Temper Tantrums

Riley's POV💫
"You won't get me without a fight." I spat angrily, before backing away from him.

He looks up and his eyes are black with rage. He swings his arm to clamp it harshly on my wrist, but I move my hand and use the wind to make his arm swing around and slap him in the face. There are giggles in the crowd and he growls loudly, shutting everyone up. His pitch black eyes meet mine and soften considerably, even though he obviously doesn't want them to. His eyes are still alight with anger and my heart squeezes at the pain it causes me.

As much as I would want to be with him, I don't know how I can trust him. The only people I know I can trust are my parents and, now, Breena. It's hard to trust him if all I've ever heard about him was that he was a brutal and ruthless killer. Even if he is my mate, it doesn't change who he is and what he does to other packs.

I am so torn between the mate bond and my mates reputation. I've never had to deal with such a decision in my life. It's hard to think of a life without my mate, but would I want a life of my mate thoughtlessly killing people? The only person that can answer that question is myself, but I feel so torn.

Suddenly a word pops into my head that I have been trying to keep out for a long time. Mom. I haven't heard from her or spoken to her since I left my pack to go into hiding. I miss her so much, and I wish she could be the one to help me. For most children, if your ever stuck and don't know what to do, your Mom will know what to do. But I no longer have the luxury of seeing her. I haven't spoken to her since the day I left, she said it was better off that way, for my safety.

This is something that I need to do. I can't get through this without advice and there's not many people I can trust to talk to about it. I could talk to Breena about it, but she hasn't met her mate yet, so she wouldn't have a great understanding of the situation.

I know where I want to go and who I have to see, the only problem is, I don't know how I'm supposed to get there. It's obvious that my mate isn't going to allow me to leave, and I doubt he will take me to my mother to discuss whether or not I should stay with him.

Before I have time to think of an escape plan, I'm thrown over a broad shoulder. I feel sparks erupt on my skin and resist from relaxing into his touch. I try to gather up as much anger as possible toward him.

"Put me down!" I yell, pounding my fists on his back and kicking my legs at his torso, which doesn't seem to phase him at all.

"I hope you said goodbye. We are leaving." He says in a hard tone, as if I meant nothing to him. I internally curse myself for the pain it caused me.

He turns around to leave and that's when I see Breena still laying on the ground, looking at me with sad eyes. 'I'm sorry' she mouths to me and I try to give her a reassuring smile, which may have looked odd while hanging off of someone's back. I am devastated that I have to leave the only friend I've ever really had, but it's better for her this way. She will be safe here and that's reassuring enough.

My mate stomps away with me slung over his shoulder like a rag doll. His actions remind me of a 3year-old throwing a tantrum.

Even though I'm not sure what to do about having a mate, I have no chance of fighting him right now and I certainly wouldn't make it out of the packs limit before being captured. My powers are already weakened severely from that stupid crystal, and on top of that, I used a lot of energy to heal Breena. So I'm exhausted and have absolutely no chance of escape until I eat and rest.

My mate finally places me back on the ground, almost gently, like I would break if I had been put down more roughly. I can feel his burning gaze on my face, but I don't look up. He doesn't seem to like that. He puts his finger under my chin and tried to lift my gaze to him, but I step back and keep my gaze to the ground. He sighs and turns away from me. I glance up to see him running his hands through his silky dark hair, it must be a habit for when he is stressed, sad, or frustrated. I can't really tell how he's actually feeling but I know that I want to fix it. Every bit of me wants to wrap my arms around him and relieve any emotion that isn't happiness. But I know I can't, I'm still conflicted about his character. I won't be able to love someone who kills constantly.