The Alpha's Rarity

A New Home (3)

Alright, so this chapter is going to quite long because it explains some important stuff about the pack that she is currently in right now. And I thought that it would be nice if I add the next chapter and all I ask is for you guys to please vote and comment on this chapter (or whole story) because I really spent a lot, and I mean a lot of time on this chapter. When you guys vote it lets me know that I am doing good. And w\o further ado here goes chapter 3 of The Alpha's Rarity .........

I open my eyes and notice that it is finally morning time. Last night was a very restless night for me, It wasn't because I slept on the cold floor (I was used to that), no it was because it was hard for me to sleep knowing that death might be around the corner. I found myself waking up every four hours or so. I mean what person would tell themselves I'm dying tomorrow, oh well I might as well sleep like a baby. If the Alpha does kill me I will have plenty of time for that.

I would say it is around 10 o'clock in the morning based on the little bit of sun I can see from the window. I am quickly pulled out of my thoughts as I hear loud footsteps. Every time the footsteps get closer, my heart starts to beat faster. I don't want to die, I really don't - want - to - die!!! I said this to myself because I already knew that it was the man coming to take me to the Alpha. When the footsteps stop I only look up to confirm my guess, and I was right. The same man from yesterday starts to unlock the cell and says

"cmon curly." I gave him a look that said if I wasn't about to get killed for running on some territory I would slap him right now. What else would I do, go back home to my husband and four kids in our huge three story house?

I decide to ignore him and just follow him out of the cell. When we finally get out of the prison building, I assume that we are going to the pack house. We walk for what seems like forever, even though in reality it was really only around three or four blocks.

I know that we have reached our destination when we approach a house that looks to have around 5-7 stories. The house looked so pretty in all its glory, from its red bricks to its white roof. This pack house was the best one I've ever seen so far. ( even though I only have seen my old pack house and pictures of ones at school.)

As we step closer to the house my anxiety starts to get worse. I kind of wonder why I am even scared of dying. When you start to think about it, I've been through all types of pain from my dad and they don't even compare to death. Yet, death is still death so therefore I am scared of dying.

When the man steps up on the porch and opens the door we walk into the house and everyone looks up at us. There are around 35 people in the living room all doing things from reading, to talking, to drawing. When the people stop looking at us and it turns into staring, the man finally says

" Why are you all just staring?" And then they all go back to their activities as if we never entered. Whoever this man is, he must have some high authority in this pack.

The man then starts back walking and I follow suit. As we walk I think about everything I have accomplished so far in life. I didn't think that long because it is basically nothing. I'm too young to shift or find my mate, I killed my mom, I couldn't even get someone to believe that I was being abused, the only thing I did good was run away and - well look at me now.

We pass the dining area and come up to a staircase. Oh gosh, I am not in shape to climb this huge, long staircase. I hesitate to move further while the man walks up three steps, stops and looks at me.

"Are you just gonna stand there or...." He asks sarcastically. Who pissed in his cereal, like for real?

I glare at him for about three seconds then finally walk up the stairs. Around five steps in I stop to catch my breath. The man just keeps walking and screams "C'mon curly!!!"