Fated

Chapter 10

(Molly)

“We knew it was going to happen, she’s an Alpha’s mate. It was inevitable!” Her mother yelled, wringing her hands. 

“That might be so, but it’s still too soon for her to smell it. That shouldn’t have come for weeks!” Her father growled and paced. Ryan was sitting on her lip and she was picking at his clothes. 

“Every case is different, we won’t know what’s happening without the pack doctor. She could be 3 weeks pregnant for all we know!” Her mother growled back, still wringing her hands. Her mother shot her a sad look and Molly smiled weakly. They were getting all freaked out because she could smell the baby. Apparently she wasn’t supposed to be able to smell the baby so soon. She was to smell the baby the second month of her pregnancy, right before she had the baby. Scary right? Being that they were werewolves they only held their children for 4 months. But being that she was the mate of an Alpha, and an Alpha herself, she would only be holding her baby for about 2 months. 

“Molly?” Her father asked, she blinked herself out of her little thought bubble and looked at her father. 

“Yeah?” She asked and Ryan slumped over, apparently falling asleep in her arms. Her mother came and took him and her father looked down at her with worried eyes. 

“I asked if you would be Ok if the pack doctor came to check you up?” Her father asked and Molly nodded. She stood up and stretched. 

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” She said softly and sleepily walked to the stairs. She felt so heavy, so not herself at all. Her fathers’ strong arms picked her up bridal style and walked up the stairs and into her room. He slipped her shoes off, laying her down on the bed. 

“I am so sorry, things would have been so much easier had we just kept you. We shouldn’t have been afraid.” He whispered to her and she smiled softly. 

“It’s Ok daddy, I forgive you. Just don’t leave me again, Ok?” She asked softly, sleeping already. 

 (Thomas)

                    He woke up gasping for air, in shock from cold water being thrown up on him. 

“Wakey, wakey Alpha. We’ve got a lot to do today!” A deep Texas male voice said that Thomas growled at. He looked around at his surroundings and growled again. They’d put him in a cage, a giant cage that, he was sure, was made out of silver bars. 

“Back at ya buddy.” The male voice said and he threw the bucket on the floor. The man looked to be in his mid forties with grey eyes. Eyes that his wolf now dreamed to rip out. The man leaned his hands on his knees and looked into Thomas’ eyes. 

“I take it yer angry?” His lip twitched a little, showing off a white tooth. “Get this, nobody here cares. Nobody gives a flying fuck about you or yer damn wolf, boy. No one is afraid of you, yer in our world 

now!” The man yelled, his grey eyes sparking with amusement which only ticked Thomas off even more. He shifted his jaw, grinding his teeth together, and narrowed his eyes on the man. 

“Am I pissin’ ya off boy? Am I making the Alpha mad?” The man asked standing up straight and smirking. 

“Nope, you’re just signing your death certificate. Right on the dotted line.” Thomas replied gruffly, showing off his pointy teeth. He tried to move his hands, only to find them cuffed behind his back by silver handcuffs. It burned his flesh where he rubbed it and he tried to hold in his yelp. 

“Smart little dog aren’t you?” The man asked and Thomas stiffened, that was the most degrading name to ever call a were. That was like calling a human a monkey.