Unrequited Mates

CHAPTER THREE

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The hazel-eyed man finally stops in front of a large pair of intricately carved, wooden doors. He nods to the two guards on each side of the doors. I suddenly hear a loud voice coming from behind the doors. I strain to make out what it says.

"Beta Alexander and the Luna prisoner."

These people are rogues. Why do they have a Beta like normal packs? They probably have an Alpha too.

Oh, god.

Here goes nothing.

The doors open slowly and the Beta pulls on my chain causing me to stumble and fall over.

"Stand up," he hisses at me. I am barely able to, the silver is weakening me so much. He strides forwards confidently and I start to shuffle after him. With my head bowed down, I can see that we are walking on a soft, red carpet with gold swirls at the sides.

The carpet muffled the sound of our footsteps, so I did not realise the Beta had stopped until I walked into him.He grabbed me by the hair and shoved me down onto my knees.

"You shall bow!" He shouted. I flinch back in fright, and whimper when the silver touches even more of my skin. For a second I think I catch the smell of chocolate and oranges, but then it's gone and I realise it was a figment of my imagination.

"Alpha," the man beside me bows in respect. So they do have an Alpha. I see a pair of feet walk over and stop in front of me. A hand reaches out but I move away, scared of what it might do.

"Do not disrespect the Alpha!" The beta kicks me in the stomach before I have a chance to react and I go flying back, my back hitting a column with a sickly crunch. I gasp and cry out at the pain.

"Leave," I hear a voice say. It was lilting and perfect, and had the soft cadences of home.

"But-"

"Leave," this time it was a lot more firm. As the hazel-eyed Beta leaves I hear footsteps coming over to where I am lying in pain.

The hand reaches out again to touch me and this time I don't move, I know what would happen if I did. I can slowly feel my self falling unconscious. Two fingers go under my chin and lift my face up. Tingles spread through my body.

What I see shocks me.

A beautiful young woman stands looking down at me. She has soft, emerald eyes and long, wavy, brown hair. Her plump lips balance out her perfect face. She looks tall, around 6'2". I am only 5'7". In short, she is beautiful.

Suddenly, I am hit with the smell of chocolate and oranges much more powerful than before and our eyes widen at the same time. She mouths one word as I embrace the darkness.

"Mate"

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My eyes flutter open, and all I see is white. I snap them closed again and finally am able to make out the beeping of monitors somewhere to my left.

I slowly open my eyes again, letting them adjust to the harsh lighting. My throat is sore and I am barely able to move. I keep trying, and finally manage to get into a sitting position just as a doctor runs in. She comes over and rearranged the pillows to make it easier for me to stay upright.

Looking at the machines next to me, she writes something down on a clipboard and leaves the room with a shocked and worried expression on her face.

It is then that my memories choose to resurface.

Wow.

But...but she can't be my mate. Can she? I mean the Alpha was my mate, right? She was so beautiful, though. Like an angel. A real angel. That would be cool. How soft would her wings be? I can just imagine it! Oh, God. I think I'm going crazy on pain meds. Yay!

Note the sarcasm.

I'm laying there staring out the window next to me when someone walks in. It's the gorgeous angel-like woman from yesterday. I think it was yesterday. I don't know how long I've been asleep. I hope it wasn't long.

I turn around as she starts to speak.

"Hello, little one. What's your name?"

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