The beta's enemy mate

Pandora's box

I can only stare up at him as my brain and mouth struggle to work in sync. I open and close my mouth a couple of times but..... nothing came out. What if he too thinks I'm a freak? What if he tells? Will I get punished? Questions race around my head, but my wolf scar said one thing that sounded clear. Tell him. It's time.

So... I take a big breath and say quietly... "can you please let me up... we can sit and talk about this like adults, but I can't when your sitting on me like that.... please." His eyes narrow at me, before he pushes up and sits on the edge of the bed. Patting the space next to him I gingerly slip over to the bed and sit.

Without even looking at him, I wonder where to start when he says, "just start from the beginning and DON'T leave anything out ok?.." I give him a side glance and nod my head slowly. I brace myself and begin my long and terrible story.

"Well before I was born.... my mum met a werewolf, they were true mates... but with my Mum being a human and already married, it was illegal.... unless your chosen you can't have any relationship of any kind with the other. So they met in secret, my mum found out she was pregnant with me and my 'dad' found out.... her husband I mean.

She couldn't have a termination due to if she did it would raise more questions then they could answer and also my Mum would have been killed and my dad and brothers name would have been dragged through the mud. So he made her break it off with my real father. And threatened to have him arrested for rape if he came anywhere near ever again.

They raised me like a human and didn't tell anyone about me being a werewolf, they just pretended I wasn't one, that I wasn't a FREAK. My mum blames me for not being able to see him again, and none of my family could look at me properly. Thy looked at me like I was vile.

And ever since I could remember my dad would have 'special sessions' every week. I would usually be chained up to a railing in the cellar where he would whip me with a special silver nine tail whip. It would tear at my flesh and it hurt so much, I didn't know why I was getting tortured like that til I was older, but the worst thing was he made my mum stand there and watch, she never even tried to stop him.

My brother would humiliate me and he told his friends once about me, my dad was the one that put the brand Freak onto my back. It was after one time their was a pack living on the edge of our perimeter, and I tried to shift to join them, I was punished and told to never shift again so I haven't. They called me, freak, dog, bitch, all sorts, they never hugged me or told me that they loved me, only in public.

My mum would always tell me she wished I'd died, she said I was a freak, a mistake, she'd rather have had my real father then me, my brother would always pick on me with his friends, and it wasn't until they realized that they couldn't make me hate werewolves that the rest of the community started teasing me and treating me like a freak too.

I've only had a few friends but everyone else treated me like I was a disease. I've always wanted to fit in, but I've always felt like the odd one out. I was so excited when I got that letter. I could be myself, for once I was going to be free, but then I came here and you all look at me exactly how they all did, and you said that I was vile and disgusting. I just.... I..."

I stopped speaking, I didn't even know how to finish that sentence. I hadn't looked at him once. Too afraid of what I would see written on his face. I expected him to jump up and run, or at least tell me to pack my things or something. Maybe if he did I could go rogue, I mean.... werewolves did that right? How hard could it be? I've always been on my own technically.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realized chase wrapped his arms around me, and crushed me to his chest. I blink, confused I just sit there, letting him stroke my hair and whisper sweet words into my ear. "It's ok.... I promise your not on your own anymore... I don't think your disgusting, or vile an your definitely not a freak. I promise."

I sigh deeply and close my eyes, listening to the stray beat of his heart. Calming me, he picks me up bridal style and lays me gently on the bed, then from behind spoons me. "What's her name?..." he murmurs. I twist my head to look at him, my brows down confused. "Your wolf I mean, what's her name? What does she look like?" I smile gently.

"Her name is Scarlett, and she's a full red wolf, with amber like eyes, she's kind, patient, wise, beautiful..." I hear Scarlett chuckle and say, please carry on little one, don't stop there oh and don't forget, smart, brave, fertile... I choke on my own spit at that comment. Chase looks at me puzzled. So I explain and his cheeks redden.

He lets out a deep laugh and whispers to me, "my wolf says that he's highly fertile too also he'd make handsome pups, ha, he told me to tell you to tell Scarlett," he nervously chuckles. Scarlett let's out a flirty giggle in my head. I shake it thinking about what a lady slut my wolf was. Smiling I turn to chase, still laid in his arms. "Are we going to be ok?... even after this? Or do you want to go back to how it has been? Like avoiding each other and stuff?..."

He shakes his head, "no..... this time why don't we start off properly, like how it should have been from the start? With us dating and then...." I nod in agreement. He suddenly bolts up and me along with him, startled I stare at him as he thrusts his hand out and says "hi there... my name is Chase Black and I'm the Beta of Blackwater pack. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I laugh and shake his hand and reply, "hi there Chase, it's nice to meet you too, my name is summer Evangeline Andrews. How do you do?" We're just sat there both still shaking hands with big grins plastered on both of our faces like a couple of idiots. Maybe this could be the start of something new, something good and magical.  Only time will tell.