Their Young Mate

Chapter 1

Alexandra pov

I let out a blood curdling scream as a bullet ripped thru my thigh lodging itself directly into the bone.

I crumpled mid-step my thigh wound gushing blood on the ground.

I need to stop putting myself in these situations because getting shot is getting old.

Two people walked up to me blocking the sun and one of then delivered a sharp kick to my wounded thigh making me cry out in pain

"Congratulations son you took down your first wolf."A gruff voice said pride in their voice.

"Thanks dad."The other thanked and I silently groaned.

If I knew anything about hunters it was that they always dragged out their first kills to study the supernatural creature they took down.

One of them rolled me over with they're dirty ass boot staining my baby blue tank top.

"Is all of them this pretty?"The boy who was a little younger than my brother who was 21.

"I don't believe so."The Dad said unsheathing a machete and I started cussing my brother out in my mind.

If we set a time to meet each other he should've been here so I could avoid getting dissected by Dr.Creepy and Junior over here.

I promised myself that if I got out of this alive I would kick his ass the next time I saw him.

"-ust cut where her stomach and waist meet that way her intestines will spill out but it won't kill her for a few days and if we're lucky a week and a half."

"Won't she just heal?"The son asked curiously.

"We're gonna sprinkle silver into it to stop it from healing."

Somebody chuckled from behind us and the son and dad whipped around and I sighed in relief when I recognized the voice as my brother's.

"What's so funny mutt?"The dad snapped twirling the machete in his hand.

"Silver doesn't affect my sister." Russel laughed cracking his neck not even flinching when the dad charged at him.

After a short scuffle Russel got the machete and was digging it into the man's neck about to slice his jugular open.

"If you do it you're also killing your sister."The man's son said snatching me up pressing an arrow to my throat.

"Why in the hell are you still there?" Russel asked me glaring.

"Why didn't you show up on time?"

I retorted angrily.

"We'll discuss this later."

"Maybe I wanna talk about this now did you think about that."

"I'll take the knife away from his throat if you take the arrow away from my sister's throat."Russel bargained completely ignoring me making me roll my eyes in annoyance as he lowered the arrow from my throat to my side.

"Ok now what are your demands?" Russel questioned and I felt my eyes widen and my brows furrow.

He was gambling with a hunter.

Is he drunk on wolfsbane or just on crack mixed with ecstasy sprinkled in.

"Let my dad go and I'll consider not killing her."The son ordered digging the arrow into my skin hard enough to break the skin but not hard enough to draw blood.

I silently cursed my tank top for raising up and exposing my stomach.

"That's not gonna happen."

"Then baby sis ain't go make it."

"Did you just quote Ride Along."

Russel asked curiously his arm wrapped around the dad's neck.

"What is wrong with you."

"What do you mean."Russel asked smirking and I could hear the guy's dad start to struggle to breath slightly.

"Your acting like this is normal."

"It is for me you didn't know I kill people for a living."Russel lied and I stilled knowing what was coming next.

The machete flew through the air nailing the guy directly in between the eyes.

Sadly the man saw it coming and managed to jam the arrow deeply into my stomach before he died.

"Fuck."Russel cursed as I dropped to my knees the arrow still protruding from my stomach.

Russel quickly snapped the mourning dad's neck and ran up to me when I gripped the arrow about to pull it out.

"Don't do that."Russel scolded me pushing me back down looking at the wound.

Today is just not my day is it.

First I get shot for the third time since I first shifted 5 years ago when I was 9 then get stabbed by an arrow while witnessing two murders.

"Are you sure it's in your stomach and it's not just an illusion."

"What kind of question is that of course I'm sure a fucking arrow is in my stomach you dick."

"You know you cuss a lot for a fourteen year old."He murmured looking at my stomach.

"Staring at the problem isn't going to fix it just so you know."I snapped at him.

"You should be nicer to me."He said poking at my healed thigh.

"What happened here."

"I need the surgeon to cut another bullet out of me."I groaned and he snickered.

"I just heavily implied I got shot and you're laughing."I said and he shrugged his focus going back to the arrow.

"The longer we sit here the more blood I lose."

"Are you sure you need medical attention?"

"Russel an arrow is sticking out of my stomach and you won't pull it out so yes I'm sure I need freaking medical attention."

"Alright no need to get snappy."He grumbled scooping me up.

"Thank you."I grumbled back mocking him.

“We need to get serious about right now."

"About what?"I yawned shifting trying to not slouch.

"What were going to tell dad and if he finds out about this."

"Are you not hearing yourself."I questioned grabbing the arrow to keep it from moving.

"I know lying is bad and what not but this is to keep you safe."

"What are are talking about."I groaned black spots appearing in my vision from the burning pain in my lower abdomen.

"We have to tell dad that we were meeting up for a run together when hunters attack you and I swooped in like the awesome hero I am and kicked they're asses."

"Question why can't we just tell the truth."

"Because if we do you won't have another chance to escape."

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