My Beta Mate

Rescued

I woke up to... a spinning room? Oh wait, that's just my head! Fan-fucking-tastic!

My head throbbed as I remembered the beating I took from Mrs Greenwood. I looked at the bruises on my side and noticed they were getting bigger and more painful.

Even though I was in the basement, I could still hear noises from upstairs. It was quite early because the sun was only just rising. I heard the knock on the door and Mrs Greenwoods heavy steps down the stairs and hallway to the door. I heard voices, it sounded like a man.

Jacks P.O.V.

Connor lead us to the front of the house and onto the rickety, old porch. He knocked on the door three times and we waited for a little bit. Just as Connor knocked again, the door swung open to reveal a small, pudgy woman in her 50's.

"What do you want! You know what time it is that you be ratta tat tatting on my door?!" She bit out.

I had to hide the growl that escaped my lips as she disrespected our Alpha. However, Conor just looked at her with a polite smile on his face. "We've come to get Maddie. She will live with us now and it would be lovely if you brought her out to us. We mean her no harm, just to come and bring her home" he told her.

She looked him up and down before slamming the door in his face. "Wow, what a bitch" I whispered.

"Plan b then boys" he told us all and we got on with plan B.

Maddies P.O.V.

I couldn't make out what the voices were saying but I heard the door slam and the basement door opening. Mrs Greenwood hobbled down the stairs and yanked me up, "how do they know you're here bitch? Huh? How do they know!" She screamed in my face.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She shook her head and punched me in the side of my ribs. "Agh" I whimpered.

"How do they know you're-" she was cut off my a smash upstairs.

"Mother fuckers" she whispered to herself and ran up the stairs. What was she talking about? Who was up there?

I hobbled over to the stairs and looked up them. She'd left the door open. Do I take my chance? Do I just go up there? If I went up there and there were people there, they might be able to save me! With that I hobbled up the stairs slowly and cautiously and pushed the basement door open.

Jacks P.O.V.

Conor moved out the way of the door as my signal to go. I smiled at him and stood in front of the wooden door and powerfully kicked my foot into it causing the door and glass to go flying. As we made our way into the house, we were greeted by the woman holding a small handgun.

Pfft, like that's going to do anything. I moved forward and she froze in her spot. Realising she didn't have it in her to shoot me, she started to run away. I picked up a cigarette tray and through it at her and because of my perfect shot, I got her right in the back of the head. She fell to the floor with a thump.

"Bullseye!" Conor shouted and I laughed. "That's why I beat your ass at football" I told him.

We laughed when all of a sudden I became aware of a presence in the room. I turned around to come face to face with a battered and bruised girl. She was extremely thin and looked like she was in pain. I didn't want to freak her out so I started to speak.

"Don't be scared, we are not-" I was cut off when she ran towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck and started crying. I was taken back by the feeling.

"Please help me, please, please help me!" She sobbed. I was in shock right now. This couldn't be real.

"You're okay now, shhh it's okay" I whispered as I held her close.

The sparks I felt when I held her. The tingles I felt when ever our skin made contact. The undying desire to claim her right now, on the spot and look after her forever, make her mine was enough to prove me right.

I had found my mate.

My mate was in my arms, clutching onto me for dear life and I had no intention of ever letting go.