Other Life

I know you

The day I cried for the first time, He sighed, "I thought we were starting again." I rolled my eyes at him, "I said again-ish, don't get it twisted Alpha and also, don't confuse my friendly behavior, I won't forget what you did to me nor can you forget what I wanted to do with your pretty face, so let's skip this and get things straight. Me living with you doesn't mean that people can find out about us being mates, capiche?"

"Don't worry, no one will know about us. Not from me if that's what you're worried about." I stared at him as my chest rose up and down calmly, licking my lips I looked away from him. "Okay, we're on the same page, that's good. I like things going straight and right. Oh, I want my own room, you can't get in without my permission."

He ignored my demands and said, "Come on, let's get out of here." I moved away from him when he stepped forward, letting him walk in front of me and I walked behind him in a distance. This was going to be harder than I thought, I bit down my bottom lip as I caught up with him. I won't lie, he makes me feel some type of way but nothing I can't suppress. I just hope that he can control himself because I don't know if I can if he's uncontrollable.

"Wait! What about my friends?" I asked him as I moved next to him, stepping back when he turned around. "Your friends are rogues, so they will stay in their cells." He didn't leave space for discussion as he turned around and walked away. "But..." He turned back around and I made a zipping motion, "Why so bitter?" I muttered beneath my breath with a groan and a roll of an eye, "Do you have mood swings too?"

"I heard that." Sighing, I followed behind him in silence. Catalina, you need to put glue on that mouth of yours, you have no filter. I touched my back where my hidden birthmark was concealed. I know what you're all saying, how did you find concealer if you're a rogue? Well there are abandoned houses in the woods and things we steal.

Speaking of abandoned houses, I don't have anything to put on it now that I'm with this big baboon, fuck my life. He took me to the house he came out from and led me inside, my eyes looking around the house. It's been a while since I stepped into a house this chic and elegant.  Everything shiny and polished, nothing misplaced, for being a male, the house was kept very clean. Thank you Jesus for maids.

He touched my back to lead me up the stairs and I yanked away his hand, "Let's not go there." I stepped away and let him lead the way, looking around as I followed behind him in pure and utterly silence. Yeah, you give them one finger, they take the whole God damn arm. I can't trust him around me, he's a male after all. Even if he wants to or not, his wolf sooner or later while want to seal the bond. 

He walked toward a room and opened the door, walking inside slowly I looked around the room I was in. "This will be your room, mine is next door if you need anything." Before he could walk out, I reached for him. "Yes, I need something. Clothes." I remembered him as I crossed my arms, "And toiletries." He nodded his head, "What size to you wear?" He asked me as I made my way toward the computer table in the corner of the room and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, writing down size of shirts, dress, jeans, shorts and shoes.

I gave him the paper and he nodded his head, backing away, "I'll let someone buy the clothes you need as soon as possible." He played with the paper as he moved away from the door and I sighed, closing the door.

A bueno, Señor ayúdame. 

I closed my eyes as I leaned on the door with a deep sigh. My mate an Alpha, guess my uncle's plan to keep me away didn't work. I have a feeling that sooner or later we will meet again. I touched the concealed pack birthmark, if he finds out that I'm alive, he will do more than just throw me to the wolves, he will watch them eat me to make sure that I was dead. That fucking bastard. I wanted to hurt him so bad but I knew that alone I couldn't and it would be a waste of time because he would catch me in a blink of an eye.

My mate has a high status in the werewolf world, he may not know me or remember my face but I know him very well, I do remember his face. Alpha Sloan, son of Alpha Slain and Luna Saran, twenty seven years old. Been an Alpha since he was seventeen. I remember their story, the pack is divided in two, his parents got a hold of the half of the pack and he got a hold of the other half. They are the only pack that was able to do that. They have the largest pack territory ever known in the werewolf world.

I strolled toward the window, my fingers pulling the curtains aside as I stared at the view, the sunset there, illuminating the room. I crossed my arms, my head leaning against the door as I stared outside. Its been a while since I felt like this, a room to sleep, comfortabilities. I remember how it felt to be part of a pack, it felt great. I know my parents wherever they are, they are happy to see that I had found my way back. Almost didn't, but I managed.

My mate being Alpha Sloan didn't felt like a coincidence, I think it was more like a destiny, like it was bond to happen. Sadly, he started off with the wrong foot. Now he better start to row his way in. I crossed my arms, lifting my head from the window as I walked toward the bathroom, it's been a while since I showered, sick of bathing in the lake. Yeah, it wasn't like wow how bad and awful is the lake but I missed being in a shower. 

I stripped off from my clothes and stepped into the shower, turning on the tap as the water flooded down on me. I touched my wet hair, pushing back my hair as I washed my face. I cocked my head side to side, my hands messaging my neck as I scurried my hair to the side. The sound of water hitting the floor filled my ears as I moved away to grab the soap.

I tilted up my head as I soaped my neck and down my shoulders, moving to my arms and breasts. I scrubbed down the rest of my body and placed the soap back in its holder, standing underneath the water as the soap washed off. I moved my hands down my hair as I looked down, the water sliding down my back. I glanced up, washing the water away from my face as I blinked my eyes open.

I snapped my head to the side when my ears caught someone coming and moved my hands across my face, closing the tap as I made my way toward the door just as it was open and Sloan appeared before me, "What are you doing in here?" I stepped back as I covered my breasts, "Get out!" I pushed him with my other hand as I stared at him, "Please get out."

"You know I can't do that." He stepped forward and I pressed my body more against the wall, "Get out, I won't say it again. Get out Sloan." I touched his naked chest as I stared at him. "I told you to stay away from me, if you can't control yourself, then we can't be under the same roof." He gripped my hand on his chest as he stared at me, his chest rumbling sending an electricity through my arm and down my core.

My body trembled as I stared at him with parted lips and a soft hard breath. He yanked my hand away and pressed his body against me, "I'm a rogue, you hate rogues. Get out, get out Sloan. I don't know what kind of game you're playing and I don't want to know either. Just get out." I forgot the shame and pushed him away with my hands, forgetting my nakedness. "If you won't I will." I walked passed him but was turned and slammed on the other wall. "If you don't, I will but out of this house and away from you."

"You're not a rogue, now I remember. I know this face." My chest heaved up and down as I stared at him, my eyes blinking as soft pants left my parted lips. He stepped back, "I'll let you hide away your identity for now, but know this Catalina, I will find out who you are."

He walked out of the shower and I sunk down on the floor, my body trembling as I pressed my shaky lips together. I burst into tears, not knowing why. Guess the reality finally sunk in, I lost my identity. I lost my parents, I lost my hierarchy. I lost everything. I forgot who I was for so long, holding onto my parents was the only thing that helped me from going insane.

I stayed on the shower floor, crying for the first time since I was thrown to the wolves years ago. I didn't cry, mostly because I didn't understand or didn't want to understand because it hurts, understanding hurts. Why? The whys hurts, I wanted an explanation, but the explanations hurts, well more like the ones my mind twisted me into believing hurts.

I tried to play the naive card, thinking that he did that to safe me, that he cared, loved me. Lies, lies. My mind screamed at me for years but I pushed it down, far away. Remembering who I am, who I was, gives me a reality check. I didn't want to remember who I was. Now I am Catalina. Anastasia died the moment I was thrown to the wolves. Anastasia doesn't exist and will never exist again.