My Runaway Mate

Broken

Adrianna POV.

I skidded around a lot of corners, turning and twisting. I went a different way to my car in the hopes that Cairo would get lost following me. He yelled my name, but I didn't feel sorry for how desperate he sounded.

I could see the building where I had parked my van. The full moon lit up the building in a fitting way. I knew that one ladder would take me to the roof and the other would take me to where I parked my van. I hope it will get Cairo off my trail.

I hit the rails with my hands, and the cut on my wrist throbbed with pain. I was about to cry, but I held it back. As I climbed, I was out of breath. My breathing was the only sound in the room, but I thought Cairo was smarter than that. He could be an animal; who knew what his instincts were like?

I got to the roof in a few minutes, and the cold wind hit my half-naked body. The s*x and the running had worn me out, and the detour had taken some of my energy. I just hoped I had enough left to get out of the city—anywhere I wouldn't be found. That was my life most of the time, so it didn't bother me. And now that my ex-boyfriend had destroyed a small part of me that had hoped for a stable future, I didn't care about anything.

I kept all of my valuables in my van. The only place I live.

I easily made it across the roof. I quickly climbed down the ladder on the other side of the building. I wasn't sure if the rust or my weight was making the rails creak. The wind blew my long hair around my face as I jumped onto the gravel. My feet were already sore from running barefoot.

I fell to my knees, not caring about the pain as they hit the ground. I reached behind one of the wheels with shaking hands. I always kept my keys there in case something like this happened. My fingers touched the cool metal, and I let out a sigh of relief.

The moment I stood up, there was silence around me. It wasn't the same silence that had been there a few minutes before. This silence was like everyone had left the area. The wind was calm, there were no cars or other noises from nearby apartments...

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I opened the doors to my van and climbed in, my hands shaking. I looked in the back where my mattress and blankets made up my bed, but there was no one there. I counted my things: three suitcases, my easel, and the box where I kept my paints.

But something wasn't right. I couldn't figure it out or put my finger on it. It felt like I turned my head to the front.

A big black wolf with red eyes was standing a few meters away from my van. His head was down, his teeth were showing, and his eyes—the same eyes I had seen on Cairo's face—were boring into me. I had trouble breathing as I reached for my keys.

The wolf growled as I put them in the ignition. I turned it, and it came to life. I wasn't sure if anything I saw tonight was real. Someone could have easily put something in my drink, but how did he cut my wrist? The wound still oozed, and the pain was worse than it had been before.

What kind of world had I stepped into if the werewolf was Cairo? It moved forward. He growled and spit saliva all over the place. It wanted me to stay. I didn't let myself ask questions because that would have made me want to stay.

I tightened my grip on the wheel and pursed my lips. My foot hit the gas pedal without much thought, and my van lurched forward.

The wolf barely had time to get out of the way before I made a sharp turn with my van. I turned the wheel with great care as I made a U-turn on the road and headed toward the highway. By morning, I would be miles away. I had to run away before, and I thought that Cairo, whether he was a wolf or not, wouldn't be able to keep up with me for long.

He would never see me again by the time he got back up.

Cairo's point of view.

As soon as she drove away, my body was in excruciating pain. It dug into my chest, my skin, my throat... I couldn't breathe because my body had to move back. The sound of bones breaking broke the silence of the night. It was like time had stopped to see how much an Alpha was hurting.

I never thought I'd lose my partner, not after I just found her.

But she didn't know. That was my fault.

A cold sweat broke out, and I hunched over. I wanted to catch up with her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. I had to use all of my strength to stay where I was. I really did deserve this.

Adrianna. The name was like a hot iron on my skin; it would stay with me forever. From this point on, I knew I would live for her.

Lightning hit the sky, and a waterfall of rain fell around me. My black hair stuck to my forehead, my skin started to cool down, but my body still boiled and throbbed with the taste of her on my tongue.

I knew how she tasted. I knew how special she was, and her scent stuck to my skin like a punishment. But it was my fault that she went.

I should have known better.

"Damn it," I yelled in pain as I slammed my fist on the ground. "Damn it," my voice broke as my eyes burned.

"Alpha."

I didn't pay attention to the voice.

"Alpha," someone touched my shoulder. I pulled away from the touch. It didn't matter to me if my beta saw me cry. I didn't mind that my pack saw me weak.

I earned it. It was my fault, damn it.

"Alpha, we'll get her back." William's voice was real. I could tell that the pack was sad because they had lost a Luna. But the worst part was that they knew their Alpha would start to die soon if they didn't find her.

I was basically dead.

"There's no reason." "She doesn't want me," I said, my lips shaking as a tear ran down my cheek. "She left me."

"She will return." William reached out his hand to me. I thought about whether or not I should take it, but I knew I had to get my act together, not just for my beta but for the whole pack.

Leah's voice was soft when she said, "Adrianna won't be able to resist coming to you, Alpha." "Her body will start to change the next full moon, but without your bite, she will have to suffer for months. She will return. "Nobody wants to go through that kind of pain."

"Except," I said, taking my beta's hand, "she doesn't know who we are."

I looked Leah in the eye. She was holding William's waist, and her pale skin looked milky white in the light of the moon. I hated that I had to feel sorry for her when she smiled sadly.

I was to blame.

"Maybe not." But the bond between souls is older than her body and mind. "Trust me," she said, putting her well-groomed hand on my arm. "You will have her."

I looked up at the moon. God gave me a difficult task that I wasn't sure I could do. "I hope you're right."