Scar

Chapter 5

My mate stared at me a minute, his eyes lingering on the side of my face where the ugly scar was. I tried to cover it with my hair but, he had already walked out the room. While his warriors stood outside the broken door of my bedroom, I ran to my father looking him over to make sure he's okay.

"Lizebeth... why are you doing this?" He whispered, pain evident in his voice.

"Shh father, don't speak you are in too much pain." I whispered back, trying to hold in my tears. "I will be fine. Let me protect you for once."

I smiled at him weakly, "you have always protected me. Thank you father. I love you so much."

The tears had broken free, moving down my face.

"Come on Sweetpea, the day has only just begun and there's work to be done..." he coughed out. I cried more.

I was about to say something, when I was interrupted.

"We are done here. Pack you bag. We leave in five minutes," my mate spoke coldly. "Take him to his study now."

As the warriors dragged him out the room, I heard him cry out. "I love you sweetpea! I will never stop fighting for you."

"I love you too!" I called back. "Goodbye, father..."

My mate was staring at me. "Pack."

So I did. I packed a few pairs of underwear, some of my favourite tops, some jeans and leggings. Enough to survive me a week or two. Then finally I picked up the photograph by my bed. It was of my mother, father and I. We had gone to the beach when I was 5, I still slightly remember the day. We were so happy...

"Are you done?" My mate interrupted my memories. I realised I had stood their staring at the photo.

"Yes." I whispered in response, sliding the photo between a few tops, tears still streaming down my face. I turned around to find him staring at me, more specifically, my face.

So many emotions were written across his face. But, I couldn't tell what they were. Anger? Pain? Joy? Regret? His eyes were piercing my soul, as if he were trying to find something for his soul to attach to.

He was still staring. So I looked away, picking up my bag to leave. By the time I looked back up at him, he was already turning to leave.

"Let's go." He spoke coldly, walking out the door and I followed, taking one last glance around my bedroom of 18 years. So many memories were made there. Good and bad. Now I was going to start a new, maybe this will be a fresh start.

***

As we walked across my pack land, many people stared. They hadn't seen me in 10 years and most thought I was dead. I heard the whispers traveling across the crowds forming around us. I just kept walking, staring forward and occasionally talking a peak up to my mate walking silently beside me.

"Who is she?"

"Is that the alpha's daughter?"

"No, she died 10 years ago."

"But, she looks just like her."

"It's is! It's her! Elizabeth Walsh! The Alpha's daughter!"

At the last one, I noticed my mate take a glance at me. I pretended not to notice and kept walking.

We were stopped by a group of pack warriors at the territory boarder.

"Halt! Alpha Walsh has not cleared your departure," the head warrior spoke directly with little fear. He was young, maybe 20? With sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes, he was rather handsome. His eyes glazed over, clearly mind linking with my father. However, my mate carried on walking as if the warriors weren't there, I slowed down a little - afraid of what was to happen next. At that he turned and grabbed my arm pulling me back in line with him making tingle run up and down my body. It was the first time we had touched, and all I wanted was for him to touch me again.

The head warrior suddenly looks up again, growling, "Alpha says you aren't to leave with the girl. Let her go and leave!"

The smirk that etched across his face was frightening, yet insanely sexy. I knew what was going to happen next. There was going to be a fight.