Mated to the Ruthless Alpha

With my breath coming in short gasps, I stomp my bare feet against the branches and leaves that litter the forest floor and turn to face my dad, Nick, who is doing his best to keep up with me. We could see that he was perspiring profusely, but we were in too much of a hurry to give it any attention.

Despite the burning sensation in my gut, I chose to ignore it. Right now, we were in hot water, and we had to get the hell out of dodge. Hearing our pack behind us, searching for us with their chants. For the ill wishes of my mother.

I felt like my lungs were being crushed and I was suffocating within my chest. It felt like my ribs were covered in blood. Despite my body being flooded with adrenaline, I still felt as though I would collapse at any moment.

"Nora," my father yells, startling me, and he looks away to show me a safe cabin hidden behind some woods. "Let's go."

Walking with my feet in the direction of the small house, I watch as my dad sticks his elbow through a broken piece of glass; he doesn't back down and lets me in. The glass scrapes my legs as we crawl through the broken window, but that was the least of my concerns.

In an attempt to lighten my already labored breathing, my dad collapses behind me and we hide in the corner. We all stay silent, listening for the noises of the wolves scampering by and the leaves rustling in the wind.

It was dark and wet as we looked around the room for the closest way out in case we were discovered. Cobwebs and spiders hung from every corner, and the place smelled like dust and old furniture.

My father looks me over while sitting up on his knees. "Are you okay?" He begs fervently. I take a hard gulp and feel my skin getting hot. "Nora, you've gone incredibly pale."

My heavy gaze is fixed on him. "What's your opinion?" I snapped. "She's just done her fucking voodoo shit on me, God knows what's going to happen!"

In response to my abrupt outburst, he blinks back, but before he can say anything more, a wave of searing pain sweeps across my body. Every inch of my flesh felt like roots were spreading inside of me. My jaw drops wide in a scream, and I land on my back, shivering against the grimy ground.

"Nora," my father says, holding my face in his palms. "What's going on?"

I try to break free from this pain by flailing against his hands while my face gets hot and my ears grow clogged. I had sharp shooting pains up my spine, a thousand phrases racing through my mind, and the sensation of my fingernails being torn out of their beds.

Screaming repeatedly while gripping my hair through the roots and causing my body to jolt into awkward positions. I nearly snapped in the process, gasping for breath and pleading for help.

I scream, "I'm going to die."

"No, honey," my father says, squinting at me through hazy eyes. "You're fine, you're not. It's alright.

A piercing cry erupts from the depths of my belly, causing me to arch my back towards the ceiling and blur my vision. I'm losing all feeling in my body, and needles and pins are sticking me in all directions. I scream in desperation, "I-I can't see," as unending tears stream down my face. "Dad, I can't fucking see!" With my eyes wide open and nothing visible in front of me, I let out a terrified scream.

It's alright, Nora. I'm here, I am." My dad touches the back of my hair and tries to calm me.

My body jolts repeatedly, wearing me out until I collapse onto the ground with gritted teeth. My dad's cries for me to stay awake eventually register as I am unable to resist my consciousness any longer and allow it to take control of my body.

Oops...

"Why do you hate me so much?!" I let out a scream as I stared between my pack's venomous gazes, their bloodshot eyes and canines looking back at me.

Pandora, my mother, laughs wickedly. stood before me, her long, sharp nails piercing my skin, her pitch-black hair knotted in plaits, her dark cloak falling to the floor. Glaring at me from across the room, she clinks her fingernails and presses her hands together. With two fire pits on either side of her, they see her loudly cracking her neck, causing the sound to reverberate off the brick walls.

Her eyes widen and are poisonous, "You've taken everything away from me," she growls.

I lament, "I haven't done anything," as I lean against the chilly wall behind me.

observing closely as the members of my pack approach me, adopting a zombie-like stance and having white circles around their eyes.

With her powers, Pandora had taken possession of them and had total control over them. The best kind of manipulation, turning the individuals who know me the best against me. I cower from her devil's clutches, and her mouth twitches up into a smile.

They suddenly leap forward, grab me, and yank me away from the wall. As they open their mouths and foamy material forms around their lips, I scream out. I look over and see my pal Fran's nails piercing the side of my arm.

I yell, "Fran!" to her, but she never acknowledges me. "This isn't you, stop it!"

She snarls in my direction like a crazy, disoriented wolf. My mother sneers at me as they hold me down and prevent me from escaping, and my heart races as they hurl me to the ground in front of her.

When Fran makes me look up, my mother's watery, dark eyes meet mine. "It's not nice when things don't go your way do they?" She gives me a sardonic smile.

I grit my teeth and say, "Just let me go," while her puppet hands cling to me. "I'll leave you alone and get the hell away from here."

"Oh," she pouts, digging her thick nails into my flesh as she clutches my chin. "I'm not going to let you go that easily."

I watch her with my chest heaving as she removes her cloak and takes out a scalpel instrument. My blood spurted out as I dove into my finger, landing on the stone floor in front of us.