Her Mark

Chapter 2

Sariya's POV

The long dreaded hours that are still yet to end with minutes. Hours filled with being bound within the metallic sheets that created the car, I craned my neck painfully to check if the time had gone quicker than it felt. However, to my great, great disappointment...it hadn't.

Not only was the ride to be as long as...well, what's long?

Never mind. Basically what I was going to say was that the meeting will be as dull as the light that shines out my ass. That's not very bright, to be honest.

"But...They will know you are rightful owner of THE Imperial Pack," Vixen, my gorgeous brown and blonde wolf, all but yells down my ear.

"Yeah, but THE Imperial Pack is stronger without me..." Grief strikes my voice through the mind link, but I don't care. It's true, I don't have my mate; without my mate, I don't come to my full ability. Yes, I may have a pack. Yes, I may have alpha blood. But, NO, I don't have a mate, my mate, my happiness.

'That's a load of bul--'As she was about to vow a sin, a loud horn slices her off. Not in anguish, but dream breaking.

In practiced instinct, Vix reverberates a loud growl that menaces throughout my pack mind link, anyone would back down from. Anyone apart my seething father. With no respect Vix growled on and on, with no intent to stop until his power breaks through her voice, her power, her. No one and I mean no one would not nor could not resist the need to submit to him. The Alpha of all Alphas. The one who will hold absolutely no intention of having an Omega related to him.

As the growl echoes to a stop, I bow my head in respect of his power and give a soft look he would never resist.

As I watch his features softened to a clay that I mould and play with, a smile stretches across his face.
"Re-Re, don't do that. You know you're my little princess," He-he I know...Just acknowledging the fact that I am, creates a smile to be painted across my own features.

As we ascend the pathway of the Red Ash's pack house, we solemnly straightened our features to a softer yet serious expression. Before we could wrap our knuckles on the door, it was ripped open by serious yet calm woman who stood tall and reeked of the title, Luna.

As greetings were thrown about, I kept my gaze on the smaller version of my house, this one seemed more...homey? Being led around house wrong. Like as if the Luna should be with others in the meeting, where she obviously belongs. As we reached the grand door a scent that forced a shock of relief to come over me, one that sent waves to run through my veins.

"What is wrong with you?" A snappy voice broke through my calming aura.

"Shut up, Vix!

"No"

"YES,"

"NO"

"What's wrong with you then?"

"I dunno..."

"SHUT UP THEN!" A silence replies to me, knowing this was not done I sighed in annoyance. People stare at me with such a look that I almost let Vixen out. Not knowing where to look I glance over at my father. If I could put it into three words, it would be this: Six feet under. As I felt cheeky a slight smirk appears across my face. It held onto its residence until I heard a low grumble of a growl.

Stepping into order, a frown takes place where it once settled.

"No"

Vix is so in so much shit when we're not with these boring Gamma's, Beta's, Blah, Blah, BLAH!

Still with hours to develop, I watched people yap and yap with no need.This is all brought to a stand still as the grand door creaks open with the relieving scent again. However I don't dare to look up. The scent is too strong to mistake...THE WOODS AND BUFF!

Daring to look up? Daring to resist?

"LOOK UP, PLEASE..."

I couldn't hold it in anymore as a few clink of plates ripped my sight upwards towards a heavenly sculpted back was rippling through the thin fabric of the black T-shirt. With a few deadly moments passing, I yearned to see his eyes. Eyes that may calm my deadly anger or eyes that may hold mine until our lips mee--oops, no! NO! Bad Sariya. BAD!

The words die off in my mind as his warm brown eyes meet my boring blue ones. 'Mate' Vix couldn't last any longer. I couldn't care less about his rank, he was my mate. The only one who can take me on. His warm brown eyes kept their hold and without any means to depart, a soft smile slips onto my face, one that would only stop when...when?...Never!

In moments lasting longer than minutes, nothing split us apart. Only until someone spoke was my smile lessened slightly.

"Omega? Is there something wrong?" Omega?

Crap, Dad is not going to be happy...

"N-No! Sorry sir, I brought the drinks you asked for," He stuttered, placing them on the table. Very clumsily might I add. The Alpha nodded and waved his hands "You may leave now, Omega," Irritation obviously sewn through it. As the omega left, a dull pain never left throughout the rest of the meeting. And my mate didn't come back.

But...Omega?

-K🎵