The Mating Rights

Chapter 4

Taya's POV

    God, they were so annoying. I've been trying to chill out and finish this drawing but Aunt Sidney and Richard are so loud. I can't concentrate. They're downstairs being a cute couple; drinking wine, laughing and dancing and I just want to draw. 

    I looked out my window. Those woods were really beautiful. I've been feeling a sort of pull towards them lately. 

    I had an idea! 

    I grabbed all of my drawing supplies and put them in a duffel bag. I wrote a note to my Aunt, just in case she needed me, and left it on my door.

    I dropped my bag outside of my window and crawled outside. Then started walking into the woods. They were so beautiful. 

    Before I knew it I was deep into the woods. I set up, played some music and started a new drawing; these woods along with a lone wolf. I had no idea why a wolf popped into my head.

    I got lost in trying to capture the beauty of these woods. The subtle ways the tree branches would bend, trying to imitate the real life beauty into perfection on my drawing pad. All of it was so beautiful. Almost too beautiful to stand.

    I stood to get a better view of the branches. Getting lost in the music, I went into autopilot. My hand making casual strokes across the page without much concentration from me.

    Suddenly, I felt a hand wrap around my mouth.

    I screamed and kicked everywhere I could. I felt him grab both of my wrists in one hand and lock them behind my back with his grip. Dang, he was super freaking strong.

    "Get off of me", I tried to scream although muffled.

    I bit his hand. He pushed his hand past my teeth to the corners of my lips and dug in. I couldn't bite him anymore because my own lips were covering my teeth.

    He said, "Sweetheart, calm down. I need to take you to our Alpha and everything will be fine. Now, I'll let you go if you can promise to calm down and come with me quietly, do you understand?"

    I nodded my head. He let me go and I took off running.

   "Shit", I heard him say. 

    I kept running and running for what seemed like forever. I looked back and he was no where in sight. That's great, I slowed down and caught my breath then looked around.

   "Fuck, where am I" I asked myself, "Dammit, dammit, dammit". I was almost surprised at my swearing. I almost never swore. Dad hated it and always expressed his hate for it vividly saying something along the lines of " those are ugly words for such a pretty girl".

    I searched my body for my phone. I remembered that I left all of my things back there with that psycho. I couldn't go back right now though. He could still be there. I decided that I'd just come back tomorrow, during the day for all of my belongings. I started walking towards my Aunt's house. Or at least I hope I was.

    Suddenly I felt a cloth placed around my mouth and nose. 

    "You should have just done this the easy way. I promise this won't hurt. Just breath in for me", the psycho said.

   I held my breath as long as physically possibly but I just couldn't anymore. I used a lot of oxygen struggling in his grasp. I finally took a breath. I couldn't hold it anymore. I felt my body warm and relax. Then my eyelids closed. The last thing I remembered thinking was 'I really miss that tingling feeling'.

Max's POV

    She was finally out. God, Jesse was going to have a doozy with this girl. She was definitely a fighter and a runner.

    I tied her arms with rope along with her legs. Making sure they were loose enough to not leave marks.

    I called Jesse, "Hey, I got her. Is her room ready"?

    "Yeah man, bring her home", he said. "Max, make sure to touch her as little as possible".

    "Dude, I have a mate already", I told him. 

    "Just try not to touch her man", Jesse said.

    "We'll be there in 5", I told him. 

    "See ya soon", he said and hung up.

    "Alright baby cakes, I'm taking you to your new home" I told the unconscious Taya. 

    I shifted into my wolf and pushed my muzzle underneath her stomach then shrugged her onto my back. Then started on our way home.