Alpha Xavier

Chapter 2- Run

Only one thought ran through my mind at that moment. My brain told me to do it. My heart told me to do it. My subconscious told me to do it. Run!

My legs suddenly began to move on their own accord, leading me out of the house. Eleanor shouted after me, telling me to slow down and stop running but I didn't listen to her. I ran until I got to my house.

Running up the stairs, and throwing my body onto my bed, I cried my eyes out. My blonde hair flew everywhere sheltering my face from the harsh light of the reality I was living.

I screamed into my pillow and gripped my sheets tightly. How could he just do that?! I didn't even get to answer!

I-I had a mate to look for!

I heard a sudden noise and movement erupt from my closet. Peering up from my pillow, my stinging eyes focused on Eleanor putting all my clothes into a suitcase. She put everything I owned into some cases and put them next to my bed.

She used her werewolf speed so it only took a few seconds. She stood up straight and pulled the handle of my suitcase up. She gestured me towards it.

"What are you doing?" I snivelled.

"You're leaving!" She sighed.

I just stared at her in shock, "N-no! I c-c-can't leave you, El!"

"I will come and visit you! Go to the hotel a few miles East and I will meet you there in a week or two, okay? And don't you dare argue with me."

I let tears flow freely from my eyes as I ran over to her, embracing her in a tight hug.

"I love you, El," I whispered.

"I love you too, Alex."

She returned my hug before rushing me out of the house. I didn't bother leaving a note because my mom and that disgusting excuse for an Alpha was not worth trees or ink. I mean the tree that I would've wasted could've been a koala bears tree house or something but they didn't get it because it was cut down and wasted on them fat bastards.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Dashing through the woods, running until my lungs were burning in protest and my legs could no longer take the strain.

The first pack I had to cross was extremely weak so I had no trouble slithering through them. I just used stealth to slip past clueless patrols engaging in casual chatter. Very professional.

The second pack was slightly harder as the guards were more alert but the third pack was rumoured to be one of the strongest packs that had ever lived. Apparently, the Alpha kills anybody who crosses which was why I was trying to be careful.

I had crossed their border and was now lent up against a tree, breathless. I heaved my case further and further in the woods. It was goddamn heavy!

Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground by a large man. His eyes were pitch black and he was only in a pair of shorts. He straddled my waist and held his hand up tightly against my throat.

"Why are you here, you filthy rogue?!" He yelled.

"I'm just passing through," I spluttered against his heavy hand.

"The truth!" He yelled, "Tell me the fucking truth!"

"I am!" I screamed.

One thing about me you have to know is, I have the worst temper in the world!

His eyes turned impossibly blacker and he landed a hard punch to the side of my head making my vision cloud with dark spots and a harsh ringing to bounce around my head.