I get led to my room once I asked the pack beta, Connor, where it was.
My room isn't just my room. Surprise surprise. Kingston only had one room made up, apparently thinking that I would sleep with him. Jokes on him. I don't feel the mate bond. So why the fuck would I sleep in the same bed as him.
The room is gorgeous. The walls are white and the ceiling is as well. The floor made of dark wood planks. All of the furniture is black. It is beautiful.
I can't walk. My jaw is on the floor. I can barely breathe.
Need some help, princess? Connor creeps ups behind me. I jump and instinctively get in a fighting stance.
He raises his hands in a surrender action. Woah, relax. No one will hurt you here. I roll my eyes. I'm just playing with you. But seriously do you want to go to the mall or something. We can get you some new clothes. He says.
Sure, I'd love to. I say and he takes my hand. Connor pulls me through the mansion into the huge garage. There are at least 50 different cars. I'm shocked. Instead of donating some of his money to the poor packs in Asia and Africa, he spends it on cars and mansions. Da fuck?!
Favorite color? The beta turns around and asks me.
Black. I answer with no hesitation.
He leads me to a black Lamborghini. It's beautiful. The car is sleek and low and just gorgeous. I had a car back in my old pack but it was a sleek black Jeep. I loved it but it couldn't even compare with this car.
Like what you see? Connor snickers.
I playfully punch his hard chest. Shut up, remember I was an omega. I never had luxury like this. I had to work for it.
Yeah, but you were the Omega. Not just any. You could probably just bully people into giving you all of their stuff and money. Luke would grumble all day about how he hated that you were almost as powerful as him and you were only an omega. He was pissed when it got out that you classed AA. He went on a mad rampage calling the alpha of your old pack. Luke was screaming and yelling, like a three-year old. It was hilarious. When ever he was really pissed, it was always you. You kept our lives here amusing. Thankx for that. He says in one breath. Being the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for me.
I fan my face and pretend to blush. Such a gentleman. Where did you learn that? Not from Kingston. I tell him.
Connor looks shocked when I say that. What do you mean with 'not from Kingston.'? He asks.
We pull out of the huge garage before I answer. Have you even seen this killer bruise I'm sporting on my cheek? He did that. Have you noticed my crooked jaw? His fault. You can't see it but my back is probably black and blue from my encounter with the one and only Luke fucking Kingston. I smirk.
Luke hurt you? Connor's jaw is underground. I put my hand under his chin and lift it up, closing it.
Yes, dear Connor. Luke Kingston, Alpha of the Royal Pack, King of the Werewolfs, hurt his mate, sweetheart. I say in a slow and calm voice.
He hurt you. Luke hurt his mate. He actually hurt his mate. The one person who supposed to love him forever. Connor keeps mumbling while he drives to the nearest mall.
He gets interrupted when the car signals a call coming in. The pack beta accepts the call and a loud and demanding voice comes through the car speakers.
Connor. Where the fuck is she! I swear if she's hurt! Tell me where she is. I need her. I need her here with me. The voice cracks at the word need. The person is crying.
We both know who it is and who he wants. Connor turns to face me and turns into the nearest parking lot to go back the the mansion.
The black car pulls into the empty spot in the garage.
I stay in the hallway while Connor walks through the door into the kitchen. I peek into the kitchen.
Kingston is facing the door, hunched over with this hands on either side of his head. Tears are streaming down his wet face. He's been crying for awhile.
I hit her, Connor. I hurt her. I fucking punched my mate. I love her, but I punched her. How is she supposed to love someone who fucking hurt her. What do I do, Connor. I fucking hit her. He says to Connor. More tears escape his eyes and run down his face, leaving wet lines on his gorgeous face. His voice cracks multiple times. Luke looked so vulnerable and lost.
Conner looks up at me and motions for me to come in. I slowly walk in.
I head towards Luke. Even sitting down he's taller then me. I'm only 5'4 where as he towers over me with his 6'2.
You were right. I'm a monster. He mumbles.
Let's get you to bed buddy. I coo. I pull on his arm gently telling him to get up. He rises and grabs at my hand.
I let him hold my hand until we get to his room. I open the door and we walk inside. He takes off his shirt and crawls under the covers. Turning around I walk towards the door.
Lay with me please. I need you. He whispers before I can shut the door.
I don't answer. I just leave and go to my room. I hear him crying and yelling. I lay down in my bed and try to sleep.
I wake up to a bloodcurdling scream. Being me, I run out into the hallway. The screaming leads me to Luke's room. I rush into the room without knocking.
He lays there. Covers on the ground. In his sweatpants. His eyes are screwed shut and he's sweating.
Ashley! Please. Help me! I need you, please. Come back. Ashley please. I didn't mean it! I love you! Luke yells, thrashing and still in his dream.
I sprint to the bed and shake him. He was up and jumps out of the bed and pulls me into a bone crushing hug faster than I can blink.
Shhh... I'm here Luke. Nothing happened. It was a dream. I'm fine. I coo into his ear, rubbing his back. I pull him down to sit on the edge of the king sized bed.
Please lay with me. I need you. I don't want any more nightmares. Ashley please. I'm scared. He whispers.
Again, I don't answer. But this time I pull the covers back and crawl in. He moves the other side of the bed to make room for me. I turn around so my back in against his chest.
His breathing evens out again and I can tell that he's asleep. After 30 minutes I move his death grip off of my waist and slowly get out of the bed.
He groans and frowns when I leave him. I can't do this. I don't want to get attached. He'll leave me like everyone else. I want to trust him. I really do. But I can't bring myself to.
I shut the door behind me and head back to bed. It's been a long day and a long night. I'm fucking tired.
