Alpha Reid's Beloved Mate

The Alpha’s son was chasing me. I ran through the dense woods, wincing as I felt cuts around my hands and legs. My feet felt dirty as I ran barefoot. I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me, he was catching up to me fast. My heart was thumping heavily against my chest and my lungs felt heavy and dry, I gasped heavily as I felt completely out of breath. A surge of relief ran through me when I sighted streetlights and brake lights some meters away from me. I could get a ride and run away from this town. They'll probably never find me. I yelped when hands pushed me to the ground, holding me tightly as I stumbled hard against the dirt ground, thorns piercing painfully into my skin. As soon as I gained balance, I carelessly threw my fist up to his face, colliding with his nose. With pure fear radiating my body, I pushed him off me and crawled backward quickly, standing up from the ground before he lunged at me. Snarling angrily he turned to me, wiping his nose with the back of his palm. "Where the f**k do you think you're going?" He scoffed, taking a step closer to me. "Do I need to tell you?" I replied with an eye roll, stubbornly folding my arms with a frown. "Huh?" He huffed at my audacity to talk back to him, not like the weak girl I've always been. "You always seem to forget who you're talking to." "Gregory, the alpha's son. So what?" I replied with a hint of mockery in my voice. If I was leaving I'd definitely give them a taste of my words. "You're gonna regret this, you weakling." He snarled, clenching his fist tightly. Blood was slowly dripping from his hands, making me realize his fangs were out. As much as I love to spit everything I've ever wanted to say to his face, I knew I had little or no time. Backup from the pack will be here soon and there'll be no way I can defeat all of them. Impatiently, I glanced back at the road, hearing faint music not far away. "Hey, just let me go, besides you have no business with me or my f****d up family." I scoffed, ignoring the panic smearing through me at the thought that he might never let me escape and take me back to that hell in the form of a pack. He huffed, shaking his head in disgust. "You're stupid to think I'll let you go, you've been nothing but an wanker to the pack and you need to suffer the bad deeds of your stupid deceased parents." He spat out hatefully, holding so much venom in his voice, and eyed me disdainfully, staring me up from my feet to my face, before adding with a smirk on his face. "Besides you've been useful to me and other guys at the pack. We still need you b***h. Now return to the pack or I'll have to do it the hard way and you would not like it." I tried so hard not to succumb to his orders. He was the alpha son who would take over the pack very soon and he sure had the power to make anyone succumb helplessly to his orders. Without thinking of the repercussions and what would possibly happen if I tried to fight him, I let my fingers stretch into claws. He shook his head and scoffed at my almost hopeless determination. My heart skipped a beat when he half-shifted and lunged at me, using his palm to hit me hard, sending me flying across the thick bush filled with thorns. Before I could even get up, I felt claws sink into my side, a strangled scream escaping my lips as I tried to move away from him. He held my thigh and flung me across the woods again, my head bashing painfully against a thick log of wood. My breaths became labored and black dots slowly began taking over my vision. I groaned as I slowly sat up on the ground, trying so hard to ignore the pain and numbness in my body. A sudden scream tore from my throat when he stepped hard on my ankle, he twisted his legs with a smirk, obviously enjoying as I howled in agony. The sounds of bones breaking filled the air as unbearable pain tore from my ankle, the feeling of my bones being shifted made my stomach churn. The back of my eyes burned with tears and I was forced to scream out begging. "Please, please... Just stop!" I was too weak to stop him. I could feel blood trailing from my head to my neck. Knowing he wouldn't stop, I used my left leg to kick him hard, making him stumble away from me but not fall and I hurriedly crawled away from him, sobs after sob escaping my throat at the excruciating pain smearing through my legs. When he walked toward me slowly like a predator, I knew I had to do something else or he might make me lose all of my limbs. I clenched my teeth tightly, summoning the little strength I had left in me, and rolled to the side swiftly, standing up, when he leaped forward to make an attack but fell to the ground at my sudden movement. Before he could react, I pounced on him, sending my claws to his face, screaming as I scratched with my claws his face roughly, ignoring the pain that radiated through my waist as his fangs sank deeply into them, trying to push me off him. I sent my claws to his chest, ripping off his shirt, blood splattered around at my brutal yet satisfying assault. The sounds of car honks and faint music increased my urge to get done with it and get the hell out of there here. Then, without thinking, I plunged my fingers into his chest, pulling out his heart. I breathed heavily, stopping immediately. My heart sank into my stomach as his body went limp, his eyes pale. And that was when it dawned on me. No! No! Oh s**t! I killed the alpha's son. Panic seized me immediately as I quickly crawled off his body, all forms of adrenaline already disappeared into thin air as I stared at his blooded chest and heart lying on the ground beside him. No no! What have I done?! A heavy lump formed in my throat and my fingers trembled. My mind repeatedly whispered to me that I had just killed somebody. And not anybody, but the alpha's son. The sounds of footsteps from afar immediately brought me out of my trance. They must be coming for me! They must have felt his link break. They must've known he was dead. I took to my heels immediately, ignoring the excruciating pain in my legs. Stopping once when I got to the border and said between gasps. "I, Lyla Falon Orhena, reject the red moon pack and understand by doing this I have become a rogue." A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I felt my link to the pack snap. I quickly took to my heels, running into the empty streets, avoiding the lights. I looked around cautiously, making sure no one saw me as I approached a bar. I quickly looked over, sighting a van. Not wasting another second, I rushed to the trunk and climbed into it, closing the doors. Sliding down on the floor, I leaned against the walls, heaving out a deep sigh as dizziness washed over me. Survival instincts kicked in again when I heard the front door open, followed by the loud slurred chattering of men. I felt relieved when they only kept talking, not noticing me before turning on the engine. As soon as the van began moving, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the walls, finally giving in to the darkness threatening to envelop me.