Young Mate

Chapter 13

I ran and ran until my heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out the sound of my ragged breathing.

As I slowed down, I felt a hand clasp around my arm, spinning me around. My startled yelp was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing down on mine. My mind registered the person as Justin.

I didn't think before my arms snaked around his neck. He pressed me closer to him, tingles erupting over my body.

Oh how I still love him. If only he knew, if only he knew.

I woke up with jolt, only to be yanked down again by shackles with heavy chains around my wrists and ankles. My eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner as I examined where I was.

It seemed to be a dungeon. It was a 10 foot by 10 foot, square, concrete cell. The wall directly in front of me was not particularly a wall. It was just a bunch of thick iron bars, that were probably coated in wolfsbane, and a door made of the same bars. I observed my surroundings carefully, looking for an escape route. The cell was secure.

Sighing in defeat, I slumped against the wall, wondering how exactly I ended up here. I pestered my wolf for answers but found none. I hummed a song my mother sang to me when I was little. My humming was interrupted by clapping.

"Excellenté! Tell me, chica, where did you learn such a tune?" A thick Spanish accent spoke from the cell in front of me. How I didn't notice him before is beyond me.

"M-my mother sang it to me as a child. May I be granted the information on who you are?" I used my Luna superiority and spoke with confidence and class.

"My name is David Gonzalez, a Delta of the Drias Pack. And you are?"

"I am Tatum Allen, Luna of the MoonWalker Pack. All formalities aside, where are we?"

"A Luna? How interesting. We are in the Kilomon Packs prison."

I froze upon hearing the name of the place we were in. The Kilomon pack is known for being coldhearted and cruel. They are bloodthirsty monsters who have been trying to wipe out all hunters, rogues, and sometimes even neighboring packs. We, luckily, have an agreement with the Alpha and Luna of the pack.

Before I could blink, a door at the end of the hallway burst open, a beautiful woman walking through, a muscular man following close behind.

"Winston, I do not care whether or not you think its a good idea for me to be down here. I refuse to leave the poor girl down here. I can't believe you'd even think of keeping her down here." The fiery redhead spoke.

"Of course its not a good idea! You're pregnant, Alise! You need to get back in the house and-" The man, Winston, was cut off by a loud slap.

"Winston Kilomon, if you dare tell me what to do I will not hesitate to slap you again. Do you understand me? Good. Now where's the poor girl." A few moments later Alise stepped in front of my cell. I bowed my head respectfully. "Oh my goodness! You chained her up?! That's it. You are sleeping on the couch for a week." She snatched keys out of Winston's hand and opened the cell and unlocking my shackles. She helped me up and smiled at me. I kept my gaze down respectfully towards the older Luna.

"Thank you Luna Alise. I-"

"No need for formalities. We're of the same rank my dear. I apologize for my mates actions. Let's get you cleaned up." She guided me by my arm up into the sunlight and towards a house not too far away. It was obviously the pack house. "I contacted Justin. He will be here to pick you up in a hour or so." She spoke as we walked upstairs and into a room. A neatly folded stack of clothes sat on the bed along with an extra toothbrush and brush.

"Thanks again Lu- Alise." I smiled gratefully.

"Oh its no problem. I'll be right downstairs if you need anything hun."

Once she left, I practically pounced on the clothes. I grabbed them and went to the bathroom. I took a shirt yet relaxing shower and hopped out. I slipped on the under garments before the plain denim skinny jeans. I put on the plain army green v-neck. I brushed my feet and hair. I simply tied my hair in a loose side braid before heading back into the room. I slipped on the black and white converse that were with the outfit. I went downstairs and found Alise humming in the kitchen while eating a bagel, her baby bump now obvious in the daylight.

"You look good." She startled me out of my thoughts. "I can't wear those clothes any longer and I thought they'd fit you." She finished her bagel and sat on one of the bar stools lined up along the island in the middle of the kitchen. She gestured for me to sit so I did.

"If you don't mind me asking, how far along are you?"

"I don't mind. I am 5 months along. 4 more moths of carrying this little guy around." She patted her stomach.

"What are you going to name him?" I said smiling. I love children!

"I'm not sure but I really like the name Drake. Any suggestions?"

"Hmmm. Derek is a good name and so is Garrison." I shrugged and smiled again, liking the fact we were having a casual conversation.

"Ooh I like that. Derek Garrison Kilomon. How does that sound?" She looked at me excitedly.

"Thats a wonderful name!" Just as I said that, she engulfed me in a hug.

"Thank you so so much! I've been having so much trouble with names!" She grabbed a notepad close to her and a own. She wrote something down and handed it to me. "Here's my number. I would love to get to know you better! Call me if you need anything at all."

"I will. Here's my number as well. The same goes." I quickly jotted it down and handed it to her just as loud knocking echoed through the house. Justin.

Alise and I both got up and went to the door. She opened it and greeted the distressed looking Justin. He instantly locked eyes with me and pulled me into his arms.

"Thank God you're safe." He mumbled into my neck. He pulled away for a split moment to thank Alise before tugging me out the door and to the awaiting car.

I hopped in and waited for Justin to start the car. Once he did, he grabbed my hand. I smiled and fell asleep moments later.

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A/N:
Picture of Justin on the side.