Bonded By Fate

I ran away from home today, everything became too much. After everything with my family and the pack, I did the only thing I thought to do. I ran. I ran for my life. When I was far enough from home and from what used to be my entire life, I just kept running. Giving up everything and being a quitter was looked down upon in most packs and mine was no exception but, when my life gave a full 180 turn and things became too much to handle, I decided to start somewhere new. No one saw it coming. Everyone thought I would stick around and just take everything that was being thrown my way. In my heart, I knew I wouldn’t be the only one to make the decision that I made had they been in my shoes. I was the daughter of the Beta of the Crimson Moon pack. Without a say, I was to marry the neighboring packs’ Alpha. Maybe, I would have made the sacrifice for my pack had the situation not been so twisted. The first time we met I was extremely nervous. The omegas in our pack had spent a few hours on my hair and make up to look perfect for Alpha Issac. The first thing he said to me was, “you look just like her.” At first, I had no idea what he meant by that. It was a mystery. Later that day, the whole pack was talking about me being the replacement of Alpha Issac’s dead mate Isabella. I would be a replacement for his deceased mate. After looking at her younger photos, I agreed with everyone. Isabella and I had very similar features but most of it was in his imagination. Alpha Issac wanted to see Isabella in me, so that is what his mind showed him. My union with the Alpha would bring a loyalty agreement between the two packs. Everything for the past few weeks before I left had been hectic around the pack. I was pampered and beautified every day, to please Alpha Isaac. Not that he cared for any of it. He met me three weeks ago and claimed he wanted me as a wife, and I was to marry him two days from now. Every moment we spent together was full of caresses, compliments, and possibly the best treatment any man could give a girl. The problem: I was aware that everything he did, every present he gave me, and his nice compliments were not for me. They were all for her, for Isabella, his mate who had been killed by a rogue six years ago. It was early in the morning when I ran away. Now it was almost midnight, I only had with me a backpack with three changes of clothes, my valuables and some money saved which I knew would last me a while at least until I settled down and found a job somewhere. I was given everything when I was at home now, things will be a lot harder.