Chapter 3 - Reunion

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At this point my brother wasn't looking at me. He was looking behind me. His stare was securely maneuvered behind me and it wasn't hard to miss his face of assignment . I was contemplating that maybe my brother had changed his mind but it was only then that I smelt it.

The Alpha was behind me. I could'nt start to imagine how close he was. I knew I was meant to turn around but my brain wasn't functioning properly. Damn it! Should I turn around? The simple task seemed too hard execute.

"Can I help you take anything inside? " I had not heard his voice in a long time but it changed nothing. He had the most up ill-flavoured voice I had ever heard. It was absolutely hideous but still I was lost for words.

The awkward silence continued to grow however the silence was the least of my worries. Suddenly, my brother grasped me by my shoulders and spun me around to face my 'Mate'. I struggled against him although he had a great capacity of strength that even I could not withstand at my feeble state.

There he stood, my 'Mate'. I had considered shutting my eyes but I thought against it when I became fully aware that noting I did would or possibly could do could free me me from this torture. I was stuck yet I was finding it hard to process my current location in life.

If I thought his voice hideous then I did not posses an adjective to describe his unsightly demeanour. The loss of connection had affected him badly. I could tell by the way he held himself.

He stood on his two feet, hopeful but firm. He smiled lightly yet I could tell he was striving to be cautious as if any sudden particle of movement would potentially cause me to vanish from sight . This irritated exceedingly.

Yes! I did not look my best but nevertheless I was far from weak. Neither was I poorly or powerless. I wast'nt vulnerable, helpless or incapacitated therefore it would have been gracious if he chose to gaze passionately in any other direction. I contained an urge to march up to him and slap him on the face.

Promptly, all my inner confidence dispersed. "No! What are you doing? " I cried out. He was swiftly coming towards me. I was losing my composure and I couldn't breath. He was getting too close. I demanded myself to move away but my legs had lost all ability to move. "No, please, stay away from me. Please! "

Agony and full misery snapped within me. I was mentally and physically drained with the whole quantity of distress. It was impossible to control my agonizing scream. My body was thoroughly discomforted with convulsion. I could barely hear my brother's worried voice calling out for me, as I fell to my knees in pain and clutched my head in pain as the sudden ache started to get louder. The torment was unbearable. I sensed something run towards me, but all I could hear was my heartbeat. I shut my eyes as the footsteps got louder. Why must I always be in pain?

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I opened my eyes as soon as I realized that I wasn't on my own bed. How on earth did I get here?

I could smell traces of freshly cooked food and the perceiving odour was exceptionally tempting. I was not extremely famished with hunger nevertheless the continuous growling of my stomach stated otherwise.

The room was sizeable and pleasurable and it held many decorations. The style was alluring to me. The owner of the bedroom had incredible taste. Everything was uncommonly captivating. The painting and models were so realistic especially the statue of a petite girl sitting down on the table. The artist deserved an applause.

Wait! It's moving. She's moving. No, Wait, i'm moving?

"No. Stay put" she declared. I felt immensely idiotic. The statue was requesting me not to move. It shouldn't even be moving. I was outstandingly beyond confusion.

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