My Mate Saved My Life (Book 1 of the Saved Series)

Sienna POV. I’m 17 years old, 5’6 with medium brown colored hair that goes down to my lower back, plump rosy lips and fair skin, and the greenest eyes you’ll have ever seen. I've lived in the Black-Crescent pack all my life, and I wish I could escape it… Oh, do I wish I could just run away and forget everything …My life is miserable. And what’s worse, the person that’s making my life hell, is the one person who should love me unconditionally! My mother, Katherine Parker, is my hell maker. At a tall 5.11, short black hair and dark grey eyes that give you shivers when she gives you “that look” … The look that says: you’re in for it when I get my hands on you …. It scared the living goddess out of me every time…and most of the time, I don’t even know what I did to provoke her… All the bruises…all the cuts and scars…all the beatings...they are part of my daily routine at this point in my life. Ever since my father, her mate, left when I was 9, she’s has become a whole different person. Every day is a different nightmare. All I have to do is breathe the wrong way, and I’m in for it. My latest attack is my worst one yet. Not only did she use her silver belt all over my back, leaving me with many open wounds, but she also got quite a few hits on my face this time. I know I’m far from being the prettiest werewolf around, and by far. My mother has told me more often than ever how ugly and useless I was. No matter what I do, how good my grades are, how many tasks I do at home, it’s never good enough. She always tells me I’m too stupid to have friends, too ugly to have a mate. That no other werewolf would ever love me, and I would get rejected by my mate wherever I find him. If I ever find him. I used to think I looked ok. I mean, I’m no supermodel, but I didn’t think I looked that bad. And it breaks my heart to think she might be right, about my mate. Who would want to have a scared little useless mate like me? What mate would want to look at me with all those scars? She’s right, I am ugly… Looking at myself in the mirror, I see that my left eye is turning purple and black. My lips are busted and swollen. And I have a nice long and deep cut across my right cheek (Cutesy of my mother claw). I really don’t know how I’m going to hide this from everyone at school today. Not that I have any friends that could notice them. I’m not allowed to have friends, and with me being so closed up not wanting anyone to find out what’s happening to me at home (especially with my mother’s threat of making it worse), it makes it even harder for me to want to get close to anyone. I try my best to put on some concealer to hide as much of the purpleness of my eye…but it's not working out so much. The cut on my cheek is even worst to cover up. “What am I going to do?”  If anybody notices and call’s my mother, I’m sure she’ll beat me even worse, or maybe murder me! It could be a good thing if she did … I wouldn’t have to suffer so much anymore. Sometimes I think maybe ending my life would be the perfect solution…maybe the only solution to be free of my hellish life. I’m always too scared (or not scared enough) to do it. After a good fifteen minutes, I give up! This is as good as it’s going to get. I’ll just have to hide under my burgundy over-sized hoodie. With all the open gashes I have on my back from the silver belt, I can’t stand tight clothing rubbing on them. They hurt too much… “You better keep that ugly face of your cover-up! If anyone finds out, you’ll regret it!” “Yes, mama…” I gulp at my mother’s words. As I pick up my bag and leave for schools. It’s a good 20 minutes’ walk, but it feels so good to have a little time alone and breathe. Moon Goddess, please!!! Please, make this day go by fast and without any trouble! I should have known she wouldn’t listen to my prayers… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Lucas POV. I wake up and workout like every morning, but for some reason, today seems different. I can’t put my finger on what’s different, but something is. I can feel it! Next year, after graduation, my father, Alpha Joseph Black is retiring from his position as Alpha of the Black-Crescent pack, handing the title and responsibilities of our pack to me. Everyone has high expectations of me to keep our pack thriving.  Which is the reason I’m working so hard in school and my Alpha training not to disappoint anyone. I just came back from a two-year Alpha training in the UK. What an experience that was. It was amazing! I learned so many different things and techniques on how to run and train a pack. The only thing missing from that experience is my mate… If only I could find her. The person that completes me. That special someone to love with all my heart and help me shoulder all my Alpha responsibilities. I’ve been searching for her for the past two years. Ever since I turned 16 (A few months before I left for my Alpha training). To really know if you have found your mate, you have to look them in the eyes. And only then will you know. In the exact moment, your eyes meet, that this person, will be the only one you’ll ever need (or want) in your life. Your heart races, your palms get sweaty. All you want is to hold them and kiss them. Marked them as yours for all to see. Or so I’m told by my best friend and Beta Mike. He found his mare the day he turned 16. (Lucky bastard!) Amy is our best girl-friend since as far as I can remember. They always had this attraction toward each other. It makes sense they’re mates. Getting out of my shower, I put on my dark green t-shirt and blue jeans. (Love the color green, it’s my favorite) makes my hazel eyes stand out. As I gel my perfectly cut dirty blond hair, I hear a knock at the door. “Ready to go?” Mike askes as I’m coming out of the bathroom. “Yup, just about.” “Well hurry up, Amy’s waiting downstairs and she’s in a bad mood again today!” I laugh at his annoyed face. Something must have happened to her favorite character in her TV show. It’s the only time she in a bad mood! I grab my backpack and keys and were off to school.