He is cold
He doesn't believe in love
He gave up on his mate
But what will happen when he does find her?
In the middle of the forest, He found her. But he doesn't want to have her.
He thinks she's weak.
He thinks she lacks intelligence.
He thinks...
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Y/N POV
I noticed I was running in circles when I passed the same tree I used to sit under as a teen. If this is what it takes to get me away from these monsters, so be it; I can't fight a whole pack alone. My heart was racing as I kept checking behind me to see if I'd made it out safely, but I was disappointed to see that they were still following me closely.
It all started when they took a blood sample from me while I was sleeping peacefully in my warm bed. A slap jolted me awake, my befuddled gaze meeting my mother's enraged ones. I let out a surprised gasp as the Alpha's hand quickly grasped my neck, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly squeezed my neck, not noticing his presence in the room. A cloaked figure stood behind them, a fancy crest smeared on the fabric they were wearing as they clutched their hands together, my blood seeping through and dripping onto the wooden floor.
My wolf growled and snarled at her pack's betrayal as I recognized the scent of my own blood. My human mind, on the other hand, was still bewildered and processing the situation's sudden acceleration.
"You're the King's mate." My Alpha spoke in hushed tones, disgust on his face.
My wolf took over and snarled at her Alpha, claws digging into his hand as she drew blood, sensing the danger we were in and wanting to buy time for the human side. A leg was quickly kicked out and settled onto his stomach, pushing him away and making a run for it, leaving the house she once called a safe haven and heading into the forest. When she noticed me attempting to reclaim control, she relinquished it without a fight, lingering in the back of my mind in case anything went wrong.
I kept running, deciding to concentrate on where I was going rather than where they were, my hands clenched into fists as I tried to ignore the burn in my feet.
I couldn't fight them, despite being regarded as the best fighter in this pack. Those are the werewolves I grew up with, cared about, and considered family. I trusted them completely, and despite the fact that this situation should have broken my trust immediately, I was hesitant to do so. Sadness, betrayal, and rage overtook me as I realized the gravity of the situation and understood what the outcome would be.
My pack was always taught to despise the King and anything associated with him. It was something that every pack member should be taught, or else they would suspect someone of being a royal spy and have them killed. What no one knew was that I didn't despise the king. The king has done so much for our species that no matter what my pack says, I will remain loyal to him. After all, I had the opportunity to read about it while accompanying my father to another pack.
I have no idea who my birth parents are; my parents told me that they found me near the borders of their pack and took on the responsibility of caring for me. My (now ex-)father is a beta, and it's important for him to know how to fight, so he taught me as well since he thought I might be the first female beta. But not anymore.
