Thrown to the Wolves

Chapter 1

Quentin's POV

Betrayal, Surprise, Anger, Disbelief, Hurt, Rage...

These were just a few of the many things I felt as I watched my brother shove me forward, allowing these wolves to drag me away before he himself left. At first, I assumed it was all a joke - despite the fact that Kyran most definitely did not joke. I waited for hours at that pack, smushed against the large puppy they referred to 'Alpha'. After about a week, though, I'd lost all hope of my brother, or anyone from the council, coming back for me.

In the end, I was subjected to living as the 'mate' of the pack's Alpha, Markus. He was almost always around, cooing at me, complimenting me, pulling me close, putting a possessive hand around my waist, growling at pack members whose gaze lingered too long... Basically, he's a glorified dog. Many of the pack members had taken to calling me Luna, and bowed their head as I passed. It annoyed the heck out of me, but I couldn't say anything to Markus, because he'd just try to kiss me or blow it out of the water.

I'd asked him to let me go outside alone for a break from the noise, hoping to escape, and he invited himself to go too. Along with everyone else who was in the pack at the time. By the time I'd finally given up escaping - though I was still plotting my revenge on Kyran - a month had passed. 

"What are you doing, Mate?" Markus peered over me, glancing at the hair dye I had stationed on the bathroom sink. I gave him a sideways glance before I returned my attention to the mirror.

"Re-dyeing my hair."

He seemed intrigued, looking at the bottle of red hair dye. "Do you always keep it red?"

"No. I just want to keep it this way a while longer, and the hair dye I applied before had begun washing out."

He nodded. "Can I help?"

"Unless you want to dye your hair, no."

His invisible ears seemed to flatten against his head, and he slumped away. Anytime I decided to do something, he always wanted to put himself in the way. If I told him not to, he would whine and pout like a scolded puppy. Rolling my eyes, I finished up in the bathroom, grinning at my much brighter red hair. I'd always hated being compared to my brother, hating the way people said we looked alike, so when I was old enough, I took to dyeing my hair. I became taken with it, and have been dyeing it since. 

When I was done, I exited the bathroom to find Markus sulking on our bed. Another thing about being his mate; he demands that we sleep together, and tries to suffocate me while we sleep, burying me in his chest. He picked at the blanket, his eyes glancing up at me when I walked in. 

I don't know much about Werewolves or mate bonds, but I do know they have a heightened sense of smell, and their mates smell sweet to them. My lack of Werewolf knowledge made me a little embarrassed, but I never thought I'd meet one, let alone be mated to one.