Allegedly

Chapter Eight- Run

Adam walked me to the back of the Pack House, occasionally turning back to see if I was still following him.

Looking at the back of his head, I glared and rested a hand on my stomach. If he does anything to me, I know I won't be able to fight an Alpha Werewolf, but I can scream and run. If I fight does come though... I'm protecting myself only for my child.

Suddenly, I felt light. I looked down and saw my toes were brushing the forest floor. Willing myself to go down, I slowly started to land on the soles of my feet. When my heels touched the ground, I released a sigh of relief.

"You're about to find out the truth, Shiloh." Adam said, stopping.

He turned around and stood in front of a cellar door coming from the ground. There wasn't a lock to and the doors looked clean. Adam must be in here allot...

"You really expect me to go in there?" I asked, glaring at the cellar door. "What is that? Some bunker or something?"

Adam smirked and I was able to see August in him. "Or something." He answered.

Seeing his son in him, I sighed. "Do you promise that you won't do anything... Weird?"

He didn't say anything and opened the door with a grunt. I rolled my eyes and didn't bother helping him.

Suddenly, I felt hot and sweat slid down my face. I gulped.

Ignoring it, I continued walking in. Adam stayed by the side of the door, waiting.

"Lady's first," he said, gesturing for me to go first.

Glaring, I walked in. The steps were metal and steep. Too steep for me to walk fast down.

"Watch your step, Shiloh." Said Adam from behind me. I heard him close the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes. "You watch your step, old ma-" I lost my footing in the darkness and fell forward.

What I landed on was warm. No, not warm. Hot. Too hot to touch.

And it held me firmly in place.

I looked up and screamed, pushing myself off of him. It was him...

After weeks of not being able to remember my kidnapper, I was able to remember his face. That exact face looked down at me, not letting me go.

"Meet Jacob, Shiloh." I heard Adam.

I turned around and glared at him. "You hired someone to-"

"No," he interrupted and looked back at the stranger, who still held me firmly in his arms. "Let me tell you a story, Shiloh." He said, grabbing a wooden chair from nearby and sitting on it.

I didn't say anything and he continued.

"My pack was on the brink of extinction. I needed an omega to give my sons children. At the time, I was a growing eighteen year old. Heh, I already had a child too. Anyway, I prayed. I prayed to the gods for the perfect omega. Females aren't fertile after what? Fifty? So I needed a male omega. But that was a problem too. Males can't give birth. Their are very few omega males who bodies will transform into a female for nine months during pregnancy, but that's rare and I didn't want to push my luck. Just like I didn't want to give up my perfect omega to any son of mine. I needed the perfect Alpha for my perfect Omega. Back on track... I prayed and the gods whispered to me... They told me that my omega was ready but they were... A forbidden fruit that was made for my sons." He looked at my kidnapper and it clicked.

My eyes widened and my legs grew weak. I fell down and the stranger still held me. I felt hot wherever he touched me and tears threatened to spill.