Lucas

Chapter two

Kion as Nick Bateman

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As soon as the words escaped his lips I turned right back around, dropping my heels and ran.

I've heard stories of Alpha's taking their mates to their pack and keep them there. I don't want to be stuck in a room all day with no friends to talk to or at least a phone.

I had only ran-limped for point five seconds when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist emitting tingles as they pulled me back into a hard chest. A gasp escaped my mouth as I tried to make him let me go by hitting his arms with my fists.

He wouldn't budge.

Next, I tried kicking his legs with my good one but got nowhere.

Finally, I gave up and just kind of leaned on him. The blood I was losing made me lightheaded and drowsy until everything went black.
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I woke up to pretty much nothing. I opened my eyes to see a dark room, gray walls, blackout curtains, and gray bed sheets.

I sat up but immediately fell back down from an unbearable pain in my thigh.

Wincing, I sat up slower this time and leaned against the palms of my hands. I sniffed around, smelling the same scent from before. The Alpha, also known as my mate.

I pull the covers off of my body and see that I'm no longer in my dress from the club. I'm wearing a pair of gray boxers with a massive white shirt. My eyes travel down to my thigh which has a bandage covering the bullet wound, I touch it tenderly and sigh.

Suddenly I hear a loud bang what seemed to come from below me. My eyes widen into saucers and I hop off of the comfort of the bed and limp-run over to the door, locking it before backing away.

I spin around the room looking for another exit and when I see the big window past the bed I immediately spring to it.

I rip the curtains to the sides and realize that it's a balcony. I mentally do a happy dance as I open the doors and step out onto a platform.

Looking down was a huge mistake.

This isn't a house, it's a mansion!

I hear the doorknob from the room jiggle and I know it's time to go.

Climbing up over the railing I carefully step onto a tree branch that thankfully hangs right over the balcony. I use my expert tree climbing skills to slip and fall onto the ground as I try to climb down without doing what I just did.

That's fantastic.

I groan, cradling my leg, but soon get up when I hear the door from the room I just escaped out of being torn down.

I limp-run through some gravel which hurt like actual hell but, the life of a runaway mate ya'know?

I noticed there was woods surrounding the mansion, and immediately knew we were definitely in the country part of New York because I could still smell the stench of homeless people.

I limp-ran until I came upon the black gate surrounding the mansion and stood infringed of it, seeing if it was climbable. As I was thinking the gates opened and I jumped back a little as I seen a car drive up the gravel driveway towards the open gate.

I quickly hid behind a bush near the gate and peeked out from the side, jumping out just before the gate completely closed and slipped out.

I looked back at the huge mansion before deciding I should probably try to run again and hide from my Alpha mate.

I run again heading down the gravel road, slowing down to turn around, only to see the gates open again and a car driving towards me.

As I turned around two large arms grabbed my waist and held me against a hard chest to where it was hard to breath. The man with a hulk body dangled me above ground while walking back towards the house where a man with a bald head, black tux white black shades stood, looking serious.

I struggled in his grasp and kicked him where the sun don't shine.

"si cagna!"

I don't know what that means but I'm sure it's nothing good.

Once his hands fly down to his man parts I drop to the ground and jump back up to start running again, but I got stabbed in the same thigh with the bullet wound, in the bullet wound, and pushed into a car by a man that looked exactly like the one who I just kicked. I screamed from the pain of the blade in my thigh and took deep breaths as I hovered my hand over my leg wanting the pain to go away.

I sat in the back seat of the Mercedes with the guy I kicked in the balls. He glared at me and I smirked at him, through the pain, the way back to the mansion, which wasn't far considering how fast they caught me.

I started feeling a bit light headed from all the blood gushing out of my thigh and grunted in frustration mixed with pain.

The whole car ride was silent. No one spoke, I'm not sure if they were even breathing.

Once the gate opened I finally got to see the whole mansion, in all its glory, even through my hazy state.

As I was staring at this beautiful house I didn't notice we came to a stop and before I knew it one of the bald men jerked my arm making me fall on the dirt.

I gasped and grunted, gritting my teeth through the shooting pain coursing through my thigh. I rolled over onto my stomach breathing heavily through my teeth. My breath became fast and harsh. It soon evened out as darkness engulfed me.
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I woke up in a dark room, I could barely see anything because of the darkness along with the sleep still blurring my vision. I groaned and turned onto my back. I didn't want to get up, the bed was so soft and I was still sleepy, but I knew I had to. I noticed I had a white bandage covering my wound again. I sighed and swung my legs over the side of the bed grunting from the pain still lingering in my thigh.

I stood up and immediately fell bad down in the bed. Well shit, I can't walk. That's fantastic! I get mad and grunt again. I'm going to walk whether my thigh likes it or not! I push myself up with my hands and hold onto the side of the bed for support. I take a step, and then fall straight on my ass, sending a lovely feeling through my thigh. I gasp and lie my back on the hard wood floor as I squint my eyes, grasping my thigh.

Ugh I feel so helpless.

I had only been laying there for a couple minutes when the door flies open revealing the Alpha. He looked a little pissed and worried at the same time if that's even possible.

I huffed and turned my head away from him and crossing my arms.

He walked up beside me and bent down on his knees. He then touched my cut/bullet wound lightly, making my thigh sting. I quickly pushed my hand over my thigh, making it go over his hand. I look up at his clear green eyes and hesitate before pulling my hand away. He looked at me blankly before I turned my head again then snapped it back to the door when I heard someone yell.

"Lucas!"
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