I Ran Over my Mate! BWWM (First Draft!!!)

[24]: To Feel Unwanted

*The picture above is of our poor little Destiney with the world against her.*

**Quick A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long, but I wanted to enjoy the rest of my summer. I hope you can forgive me since this is like the longest chapter I've ever written. And, school has started up again for most of y'all. How is it so far? First year in high school for anyone? Trust I knew how that was like, but thankfully this is my last year. All I got to say it get through it and don't quit, even if it's late try to turn it in when you can or ask for extra credit. And sorry this is so long so continue to the story, please and thanks for sticking with me!**

If that ridiculous man thought that he could keep me imprisoned in that darn room, he was highly mistaken. He's gullible enough to believe I would be a "good girl" and obey him. That good-for-nothing piece of crap doesn't know the first it takes to treat a lady right.

I give a humorless laugh as I remember the way in which he commanded me hours ago. He made himself seem like he was my daddy or something. A frown forms on my lips at the thought.

"Girlfriend, what'chu thinking 'bout," Dylan asked from his sitting position in my lap, his favorite spot.

A forced smile pushed my lips up as I stared down at this young pup. "Grown up stuff that you wouldn't understand," I reply, ruffling his curls.

He pouted as he stared up at me. "I understand grown up stuff because mommy tells me."

"She does?" I couldn't picture his mom allowing her son to know. It's so much easier to allow a child to believe whatever until they're old enough to know otherwise.

"Yeah," he answers confidently. "She tells me that Mr.Ryan is her boyfriend now because daddy's gone. She says that she's his girlfriend and that boyfriends and girlfriends love each other and will get married."

My eyes widen at this news. So many questions form in my head, including where his dad could be.

"Girlfriend," I hear Dylan whisper after a couple minutes of silence.

I gulp, afraid of what else his mom has told him. "Yes?"

"How come Ms.Amy says I can't marry you because you belong to Alpha," Dylan asks, his lips pouted and arms folded.

I would have awed at his indirect way of saying he wanted to "marry" me but couldn't, if not for the last part. If Amy believes that I would want to be with that egotistical jerk, she's wrong. He is the furthest thing from my list of possible husbands.

Chris Hemsworth is definitely on top.

I heard a growl in my head that made me jump. My eyes searched around the room, looking for the source of the growl.

"Amy, did you hear that," I asked her, a little panicked.

She looked away, from the children enjoying their macaroni art session, with a confused expression. "Not besides Dylan's whining, no."

"I wasn't whining," Dylan remarked with his signature pouty face. He looks to me. "Girlfriend, tell her I wasn't whining."

I would have listened to him if I wasn't so focused on where that growl came from. My thoughts go back to when I was thinking how sexy my future husband, Chris Hemsworth, is when the growl is heard again. All the nerves in my body run cold as I realize where it's coming from.

Ian?

A responsive growl answers my unspoken question. My brows furrow as to how we can hear each other until I remember some of the things I read in books about mate bonding.