Betrayed By My Alpha

Chapter 10

Sarah's POV

“Let me go. Let go of me.”

I couldn't see who they were all I knew was that they kept on pulling me.

Tearing at my skin and yelling,

I had so much bruises and could barely move, “my child, save my child!!”

“Rise and shine blondie,” Henry announced pushing the curtains open, sending the sun rays directly to my eyes.

“We've got a world to see, be down at 2” I gave him a weak smile.

“What's that?” my head pointing towards the stain on his shirt.

“Everyone's got a guilty pleasure, blondie.” he smiled in a way that made me queasy. I rolled to the other side of the bed.

The dark stain must be blood, looking at him would only worsen how I feel right now. Still backing him I call out.

“Alright, I'll be there.” I dart my eyes to the dress I had on the night at the club.

“I have nothing to wear”

“Your things are in the dressing room, I made sure to recover all properties you had with you that night”

“Gee, thanks.” I was truly grateful, I hoped my voice conveyed it.

I washed up quickly. The water ran down my body in a way that put my body at ease. No more running, no tears of pain.

It slid over my skin, soft and warm, and I didn’t flinch when it touched the bruises.

I caught my reflection in the mirror. Same face, but quieter somehow. The trembling had stopped, and the fear that used to crawl beneath my skin just… wasn’t there anymore.

Was I always on alert? Had I never been happy there or Maybe I was broken.

The dressing room made my breath catch. My clothes were there. Every torn, misery-stained piece of my old life neatly folded. But beside them hung new ones, like a museum of luxury.

Silks, velvets, dresses that looked like they belonged to queens or mistresses. For a moment, I let my fingers glide over the fabric, pretending they were mine by choice.

Then the strangest urge hit me. I wanted to bake.

I found someone in the hall a young maid balancing a tray of silver cutlery and asked where the kitchen was.

She looked startled that I was talking to her, then pointed me down a long corridor that smelled faintly of cinnamon and polished wood.

That’s where I met Thelma. A very beautiful woman, soft laugh. “You bake?” she’d asked, half incredulous.

“Sometimes,” I’d said. “When I don't want to remember .”

She laughed like that made perfect sense.

An hour later, flour dusted our hair, and the kitchen smelled like vanilla and burnt sugar. “We’ll call it Happy Pie,” I told her, giggling like I’d forgotten what that word meant. “’Cause it makes you happy after eating.”

“Happy Pie,” she repeated, eyes glimmering. “That’s the best name I’ve ever heard.”

We were still laughing when Henry burst through the door. His shirt was clean now, his eyes searched the room until they found me.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Thelma froze mid-laugh and dipped her head. “Alpha.”

He gave her the smallest nod, then his gaze dragged back to me. “Come on. You’ll like this.”

“It ain't 2, Henry. Give me a break”

“Not yet it isn't, but... If you want to enjoy it, we've got to leave now.”

“How about I stay here?”

He yanked me and the next thing I know we're riding out into the forest. I didn’t ask where we were going.

The air was cool, biting my cheeks as the horse galloped under the trees.

I was terrified and exhilarated all at once, wind tearing through my hair, Henry’s steady grip keeping me from falling.

We came to a stop and I wanted to ask what was so special about this place, till I saw it.

The sun, it was placed so beautifully. The rays that made it past the leaves, showered on me like a disco ball, a calmer sort.

It was so amazing.

For the first time in forever, I almost felt alive.

“You like it don't you?” Henry asked, probably amused by my silence.

“It's been so long you know? Since I felt like this.”

Henry grunted something that would mean that he understood.

Henry got down and I lay forward on the horse, “We'll be right on time for the sunset.”

Three sharp cracks answered as though he called them.

Guns and Shooters.

The horse reared, and Henry’s arm locked around me. “Stay down!” he barked. I heard more shots, closer this time, and the screams low, war-like.

He tried to go after them, whoever they were, but I saw it the hesitation. He couldn’t leave me.

“Got combat training?”

“No.”

“Didn't think so,” he replied more to himself than anyone.

So he hid me. Shoved me behind a broken carriage half-buried in moss. “Don’t move, blondie,” he whispered, claws sliding out.

We waited for what seemed like an hour, before he suggested we go home.

His nice witty demeanor had evolved to something darker.

Like at the staircase.

The manor was chaos. Smoke. Blood. I almost got down faster than Henry. Running to the entrance, anyone to give help.

I ran to the kitchen and saw Thelma hiding behind the oven, thank goodness she was okay.

“Thelma.” I called her, then again. Thrice.

I raised her head to see blood dripping. And her eyes missing.

I gasped horrified and hit my tail bone, sending plates clattering.

She had our Happy pie in hand, I was sick.

I couldn’t even scream,

Footsteps fell “She's gone Henry, she's gone and it's all my fault, I asked her to stay back.”

I turned to meet Aaron instead, his eyes were filled with fury and hate.

“This,” he said, his voice low, “this happened because of you.”