Hiding from the Alpha

Broken

Riley's POV💫

I told myself I would never be that girl. I would never be that victim that allowed a man to see how he has broken her heart. I would never be the woman to act so jealous and hateful of every other woman around their man. But as I stand here, seeing him leaning back in his office chair with his old fiancé propped in his lap, I suddenly can't help myself anymore.

He looks up and his eyes meet mine and explode into a million emotions. He knows he's been caught. He sits up and pushes his unhappy fiancé off of him, still looking into my eyes. Regret and worry cross his features as he stands up to stride over to me, but I can't let him. I'm going to keep my dignity.

I turn around and go back the way I came in. Taking large, fast strides to get as far away from him as possible- because I know he's going to chase me. I don't know if I could keep my composure if he caught me. With all of these emotions that I wanted to spill to him still bottled up, if he speaks to me after seeing him like that, I might break down completely.

Hearing his large feet smack against the floor behind me with force tells me he is running after me. I start sprinting down the beautiful hallways and straight out the back door, ignoring his loud calls for me and the stares I receive from other pack members. I continue to push my legs faster and faster as I near closer to the woods. I know I have a long while until I reach the boarder, but the thought of getting as far away from him as possible encourages me to continue. He continued to yell my name as he chased after me, causing my eyes to start welling up in tears. I can't stand to speak to him right now, after having so much hope in my mind that we could actually work and then have it shattered right before my eyes.

With the tears blurring my vision and my mind racing, my steps begin to falter and one wrong step twists my ankle in a way that shouldn't be possible. There's one large snapping sound of my ankle, followed by the sound of my entire body hitting the ground and tumbling at full speed. I feel parts of my body crack and break as I halt to a stop by smacking straight into a tree, because I guess I don't deserve a graceful escape. One disaster after another, things just keep going horribly wrong for me.

The next horribly wrong situation is approaching me with a tender and worried look in his scared, emerald eyes.

I look down as the tears start to infiltrate my eyes again. I know that I'm going to cry. The mixture between my excruciatingly painful and obviously broken ankle, and my equally painful broken heart, is making it nearly impossible to keep away the tears that threaten to spill.

I can hear his deep breathing just a foot or two away from me. I'm thankful that he hasn't touched or spoken to me yet, but I know that it won't last much longer. I can sense his will to respect my need for distance deteriorating by the second. I close my eyes and savor my last few moments of peace before he speaks and all hell breaks loose.

"We need to get you to the pack hospital. You can't walk on that ankle." He says, his tone holding all of his emotions, but his words not revealing a single one of them. 

His reply shocks me, but I keep my head down, and before I even know what's happening all of my thoughts come flowing off of my tongue.

"Of course. Of course that's the first thing you say. After you rip me away from my home, after you force me into a new environment, after you mess with my mind, after you make me believe that there was a chance of this working, and then you show me how horribly wrong I was for even believing it for a second. After all of the shit you just put me through, all you can worry about is the condition of your property. Because that is all I seem to be at this point, a piece of property you can steal and manipulate. What's next? You want me to go get my ankle fixed up so I can walk around while you continue to destroy me mentally and torture me in this hell?" By the time I get to the end of my rant, tears are streaming steadily down my face, and I've raised my pain-filled eyes to meet his.