Alpha Stepfather Is My Mate!

10. Going Somewhere, Kitten?

Olivia's POV

I had wandered around the hallway until I heard André leaving my room.

As soon as I was sure that the coast was clear, I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind me.Tears were rolling down my cheeks but it wasn't even enough.

What was wrong with me? How could I be so dirty and disgusting? I was a whore. I was a disgusting, lowlife, dirty bitch.

I got changed, sat on my bed and buried my head in my lap. I cried, and my tears wet my lap, and my arms were soaked in sweat. I still couldn't believe that I did that with my stepdad. I didn't even hold back.

I was starting to realise that when it came to André, self-control was the last thing I had.

I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The tears continued to stream down my face. My eyes stung painfully. I was hopeless and worthless. How could I be so disgusting?

"I hate myself. I hate him. How dare he take advantage of me like that?"

I loved the way he touched me and made me feel but it was wrong. All of this was wrong. Couldn't he see that? Couldn't he feel that this was wrong? Couldn't the Goddess see that this was all wrong, that all this was driving me crazy?

I burst into a fresh round of tears. I was so confused. Nothing made sense anymore. I was losing control of my life and it all started the day that my dad died and the day my mother decided to care and bring me to this stupid place.

I sat up and looked around my room. I sighed sadly and wiped my teary face. I couldn't stay here anymore. There was no hope for me here. I was going to make things worse for myself. It didn't matter what I told myself André was. It still remained that I couldn't trust myself around him. I was going to run away. That was the best thing to do. I had to get away from him.

Putting distance between us was the only solution to this madness. Since he wasn't going to do the right thing, I would. I wasn't going to be unprincipled like him.

I remembered that I had passed an inn on my way here, just on the outskirts of the pack. I could stay there for a while and then leave in the morning. Yes. That was what I was going to do.

My mother didn't want me here, so I was doing her and everyone a favour.

I was going to leave.

Nothing and no one was going to stop me.

Not even André.

After having lunch, I went up to my mom's room. If I wanted to run, I needed to have money to survive until I could get a job. I had some money but I didn't think it would be enough.

Nicole glared at me as she opened the door and her eyes roamed all over my body before coming back to rest on my face.

"You look unhappy, miserable even—you ungrateful girl. You have no idea what I've done for you. You should be smiling and happy, laughing even. I picked you up from that dump of a house you stayed in with your stupid dad and brought you to this beautiful pack, and all you can do is sulk all the time and ignore all orders from the Alpha."

A little guilt crept up in my heart because I was about to run and leave all of these behind.

Well, it wasn't like Nicole enjoyed having me around either way.

"I need some money to go sightseeing and buy some things I need," I forced myself to say.

"You don't have any money on you?"

Before I could reply, she continued. "Why am I not surprised? I think it's good that your dad died. He wasn't worth his salt anyway."

I had planned to ignore her, but as soon as she said that, my heart ran cold, and I felt rage flare up in me.

My hands balled into a fist and were shaking with fury. I was about to say something unsavoury when she went into her room, brought out a few notes, and threw them in my face.

"Here, take them and get out of my sight."

She slammed the door and all was silent. I picked up the notes in anger and contemplated smashing her door and beating her up over what she said about Dad. How dare she? How dare she think she is better than him after she abandoned us?

I picked up the rest of the notes and stormed to my room angrily. I slammed the door behind me and threw the notes on the bed. I wanted to go back and give her a piece of my mind. I reached for the doorknob but stopped.

I sighed and withdrew my hand slowly. I deserved it. After what I had done with Andre last night, I had brought shame to my father. I had brought this upon myself.

I got dressed and headed out. I was lucky enough to see the guards, so I made a mental note of how many there were and their stations. Running into one of them while I was escaping would be awful.

I walked out of the compound and took a left towards the forest. If I were going to run away, I would run away through the forest, where I had cover, and nobody would see me. I walked for a while, taking note of vital landmarks so that I would stay aware of the situation.

In this direction, it was just a few minutes away from the nearest inn if I kept going straight.

I went over the plan again in my head. Everything was in place; I was leaving tonight.

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My alarm went off, and I rubbed my eyes. It was 9 pm. I had been in my room all day, avoiding André.

I sprung from my bed, locked the door and got dressed in some warm clothes. I headed to the window and watched. Now was the time to make my move. The guards had all gone, and the coast was clear.

I grabbed the bed sheets and tied them together. I tested the knot, and when I was sure that it was sturdy. I got in action.

I tied one end to my suitcase and took it to the window. I let go of it slowly and lowered it carefully with the tied bed sheets. It soon touched the ground, and I sighed in relief. One part down. It was now my turn. I tied the other end of the bedsheet to my bedpost as an anchor and tested the strength.

The sheets were expensive and sturdy. It was going to hold my weight. I got to the window and looked down. I was very high up. But this was my only chance.

There was no going back now.

I climbed out of the window, put my feet on the wall, and slowly climbed down.

"You can do this; don't look down. You can do this; don't look down."

I chanted to myself as I climbed the wall inch by inch. I never knew I was so terrified of heights. It took an eternity, but soon, my feet touched the soft grass.

I made it.

I sighed in relief and ducked down just in time as a guard passed.

Finally, all was quiet again. I took my suitcase and looked around. I whipped out my phone and stared at my GPS. If I was correct, the forest was in...

"Going somewhere, kitten?"

The sound of leaves rustling with that deep, familiar voice behind me made me stiffen.

Like a deer caught in headlights, I turned around slowly.

No, my luck couldn't be this bad, right?

However, there he was, leaning against a tree and staring right at me.

My blood ran cold.

What was he doing here?