Mistreated Queen

Friends or Foes?

Chapter 8. Friends or Foes?

Valerie

Just before the car pulls up at my mate's house I get a quick chance to study him. He has tanned skin, probably from running in the sun, dark green eyes that are staring straight ahead with a slightly unfocused look to them and a nice jawline with some stubble along the edges that gives him a roguish look. Yet, what stands out the most is that he has deep shadows under his eyes and his hair is tousled as if he has run his hands through it multiple times in the last couple of hours.

Thus, suggesting he has had a bad night's sleep and this leads to two questions. Why couldn't he get to sleep? And why do I care so much?

With a quick glance at me and a tilt of his head my very handsome, somewhat brooding mate steps out of the sleek black car which leads me to follow him inside like a good puppy. My wolf growls in my head and I struggle to keep the sound from leaving my lips as I trail behind the man that my wolf would like to bite. 

Once Amyra has settled down I realize I never caught his name and this fact upsets me for some unknown reason, but Amyra's roaring anger quickly dimishes my absurd sadness. 

"That jerk, how dare he buy us, we will teach him a lesson!" Amyra snarls angrily.

"Yeah sure, but first let's just survive here," I reply back letting a small smile blossom on my lips.

"Okay, I have a few tricks up my sleeve girl, don't you worry now let's go meet our new pack," she answers.

I nod and do as she instructed picking up my bag and following him inside. The house is amazing, so much bigger than my last Alpha's, which also means more cleaning for me.

I sigh and following him to the living room where five people are sitting and talking.

They all look up and for once I don't get a disgusted look from people, they smile and wave but the Alpha glares at them and they stop confusion on their faces.

"Maybe you will all change your expressions and perspectives on this mutt when you realise that she is our slave," the Alpha says, his voice hard and firm and yet I get the impression this face he is showing is a facade. Nevertheless, it doesn't change the splitting pain that hits me when he so blantantly ruins me and my being by placing us at the bottom of the pack when we should be by his side.

Their faces change into shock and surprise, and I lower my head feeling the tiny bit of happiness drain out of me. Why would this pack, the most feared, heartless pack out there like me - a dirty, worthless slave.

"Bud, I need to talk to you." When my mate doesn't move his friend continues. "Now." I look up and see a male that reeks of power, he has light blue eyes with blonde hair, he flashes me a soft smile before leaving with the Alpha.

I keep my head lowered as they leave and fiddle with the hem of my shirt, my heart is pounding.

What will they do to me? They could take the two things I have, my innocence and Amyra my only family.

Amyra whimpers in my head at these thoughts and I push them away, not wanting to hurt her. I like to keep our connection open as there's not much she doesn't know anyway.

I don't realize that I am hyperventilating, until Amyra tells me to calm down. I can feel the tears leaking down my face as every single damn memory comes back.

Then future possibilities, my chest hurts it feels like I can't breathe.

I flinch when someone puts a hand on my back, but don't lift my head to see who, the person rubs my back and tells me very calmly to breath in and out slowly. To let go of the memories, the person tells me they will protect me and that I am safe. Lies I know. But I listen, focusing on the voice.