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I can't move. I'm afraid and I want to run away but I can't move. I look into those red shot eyes and felt this pull. A gut feeling telling me he won't hurt me.

I make a move to drag myself away from him. When I'm convinced I'm far enough, I slowly make a move to stand. Every move I made I felt his eyes on me, like a hawk. My body desperately wanted to walk up to him but my brain objected.

He steps out of the shadows and into the light. His eyes are no longer red but a forest green. Hair black as night.

I gasped slightly as I saw his face. I had never seen such god like features.

Fuck me.

I see him slowly make his way toward me, making my heart beat faster by the second. I'm convinced he is able to hear it.

My breathing increases as he comes closer. My eyes scan my surroundings. I should run. It's shouldn't matter the direction as long as I run, right?

His body is in front of me now, his figure over towering me. I feel his stare and take this time to look at him observing me.

Crap, the bruises.

He touches my face with both of his hands; and surprisingly, I let him. His hands where gentle and soft—making me feel safe. I looked into his eyes and I saw a hint of anger in them but mainly worry.

"Who did this to you?", his voice low and deadly.

I stand there, not making a move. I know if I try to communicate, he won't understand me because not everyone understands ASL. I could tell he was about to say something else, but my father's voice interrupts him.

"Scar? What are you doing here?" I turn slightly.

I narrow my eyes at him. Making sure to roll them, out of annoyance and pettiness. His eyes look at me with anger, and goosebumps begin to form all over my body. I back up and bump into my mates body. I turn to to give him an apology but I felt my father pull me away.

"Scar get back in the house with the other guests," he says sternly. I don't move out of fear.

"Get your ass in the house now!" He shouts.

I winced by the change in his voice and didn't object any longer. I take a step towards the house but someone grabs me.

What the fuck is with everyone grabbing me?

I turn and see it's him, my mate.

"She isn't going anywhere Marco," I hear him say.

Wait? He knows my father?

"Yes she is. She is my daughter and she will do as I say."

"Not when she's my mate!" He says coldly. I stare at him with a shocked expression.

"No, she can't be," I'm so lost. Why can't he just be happy that I found a mate? Why was he trying to get me back into the house?

"She can't be mates with you, your from the fucking Crestmon Pack!"

The Crestmon Pack.

I've heard stories about that pack when I was a child. It was mostly told to scare off kids by keeping them away from the forbidden area in the forest. I've always thought it was just make believe. I looked at my mate and I see him glaring at my father with a clenched jaw.

"Get out of my territory Alpha. If I hear or even smell you and your beta on my grounds again, I will not hesitate to kill either of you," my father threatens.

Alpha? My mates an Alpha?

My mate let out a laugh, "You? Kill me? Please," He shakes his head and gives my dad a smirk as he walks towards my father.

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