Blood Night Prisoner

The Meeting

          "Mate".  My wolf was whining and prancing around as I registered the word in my head. But I couldn't concentrate on anything whirling in my head right now. All I could focus on was the bright, turquoise blue of his eyes and that wonderful scent coming from him. In the distance, I heard the low growl deep from within his chest and the word rumble through his lips. 

         "Mate" he growled.

          I finally snapped out of my trance and I blinked. The towering giant took another step toward me and instinct forced my foot to take a step back. I could feel the heat and power emanating from him as I stood there and my body began to tremble. What was happening to me? I blinked again and looked up into his beautiful face. He had very dark hair with a slight wave to it. It was tousled and messy with some dirt streaked through it. His jaw was sharp and angular, as if it were cut from stone and his chin had a stubborn dimple right in the middle. But right above that dimple were full, soft lips that my eyes focused on. I suddenly couldn't take my eyes of of them. I could feel heat spreading all throughout my body and centering right in between my legs. I sucked in my breath as his tongue peeked through his lips to wet them.

          "What is your name little one?" 

          His voice was so deep and velvety and my heart fluttered. "I....I'm Jenna." I managed. It came out breathy and soft and as I looked up, I watched his blue eyes dilate and deepen in pleasure. I wanted to reach out and touch my fingers to his face and feel his skin beneath them.

          "Beautiful" he breathed. He reached out his hand to my cheek and gingerly trailed his finger down my jaw. It was like an electric current were connected to his fingers as I felt the sparks follow the trail down. My face leaned into his touched and a sigh escaped my lips. 

          "My name is Tristan. I just arrived this afternoon with my men. We're here for the ceremony and transition. I figured changes were going to happen once I came here, but I never expected this." 

           My mind started slowly spinning as he was speaking to me and his words were breaking through the haze. He just got here with his men. He's here for the ceremony and transition of power. We are standing in his room. The room for the new Alpha. Oh my God. This is Alpha Dean's son! And HE is my mate! This is the man that will hold my fate in his hands and tie me to the monster that killed my parents, forever. I began to slowly shake my head and I took another step away from him. The room was suddenly claustrophobic and I had to get out. I had to distance myself from him and his electric touch. 

          "I.....I'm sorry Alpha. I'm sorry your room isn't ready for you. One of the other maids will bring you some fresh towels and unpack your things. I'm needed downstairs." I stumbled as I sidestepped around him to walk towards the door. 

            His arm shot out and caught me before I fell and his arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me into his chest and thoughts of fleeing flew right out of my head. Tristan looked down at me and his eyes were half hooded. He was breathing deeply and I could feel the thumping of his heartbeat against me as I was pressed to him. He dipped his head towards me and I closed my eyes as his soft, full lips claimed me. All at once, it was an explosion of heat in my body as his mouth melted into mine. His kiss was hot and urgent as his tongue pressed against my mouth, begging for entrance. Tentatively, I parted my lips and he slowly entered in. I sighed at the taste of him as he began to explore my mouth.

             I felt my arms rise and softly rest against his chest. I could feel the taught, hard muscles beneath his shirt. His kiss deepened and I could feel his hardness pressed against my belly. As my hands lay on his chest, I felt his arm release and come around to caress my cheek and neck. He was breathing a little heavier now and his hand began descending down my shoulder. His grip began to tighten, ever so slightly there and at once, something deep inside me began to panic. A vivid memory of the guard's rough, calloused hand gripping at my shoulder ripped through my mind. 

             I wrenched myself away from Tristan with a sharp cry and fled towards the door. Tears stung my eyes as all I could concentrate was getting out of that room. Away from those arms that held onto me so tightly. Those arms were a ruse. They seemed to be heaven but would ultimately be my own hell. A place I could never go back to. I ran through the double doors and into the hallway as I heard him yell after me.

            "Jenna!"

           I didn't look back. I kept running until I reached the maid's quarters of the pack house and I slammed my bedroom door shut, locking it behind me. My head was spinning and it felt like my heartbeat was beating through my chest. I had a mate!! I couldn't believe I actually found my mate. But that mate was Tristan Erickson. He would be responsible for my fate from this moment on. And it means that Alpha Dean would be in ultimate control over me for the rest of my life. 

          I flopped down onto my bed and tried to steady my breathing. I wrapped my arms around myself and involuntarily shuttered. My shoulder was still sensitive where Tristan had grasped onto me. The fingers that dug into my skin and flipped me onto the cell floor. They wrapped around my throat, crushing the air out of me so that I couldn't scream. Then they began traveling down my body.  

          A cry escaped my throat at the intrusive memory of the guard and tears began streaming down my face. The feeling of another person's hands on me suddenly made my stomach turn and I had to hurry to reach the trash bin I kept next to my nightstand. I wretched the contents of dinner into the small bin and collapsed back onto my bed. I closed my eyes as I lay on the soft pillow to try and steady my nerves. 

         I still had to go back downstairs for the Transition Ceremony, in which Alpha Dean would give Tristan control of this area of the pack. Since the pack was so huge, it was broken up into districts. Each district reported to one central Alpha of the region, in which there were two regions. Alpha Dean would control the Northern region and Alpha Tristan would control the Southern region. Together, they held dominion over all the territory. My absence would be noted, especially by Alpha Dean and I would suffer the consequences if I didn't show up. Tonight is also the night that he was supposed to decide whom he would give me to. A little laugh escaped at the thought. 

        Slowly, I sat myself up. "Let's go, Jenna....time to put your big girl panties on" I said to myself. Maybe Alpha Dean would forget about matching me with someone. I could always hope for that. I could hope that he would be too wrapped up in the festivities and his excitement of his son's position that he would overlook the little maid that he hated so much. I could quietly escape my fate of Alpha Dean finding out that his glorious son mas mated to me and instead of quietly getting rid of me........he would actually raise me back into a position of power in the pack. Something I knew he desperately wouldn't want. He couldn't afford for a member of my family to be back into power.

        Hmmm. A smile played at the corners of my mouth. A plan began to form in my head and I realized that my future might not be as bleak as I originally thought. I stood up and walked over to my dresser and looked into the mirror. My eyes were puffy from crying, my hair was a disaster from cooking, cleaning and working all day and I had food stains all over my clothes. I couldn't help but realize that I also smelled like grease from all the food and preparing all day. If Tristan could be attracted to me looking like this hot mess, then let's see what his reaction will be when I clean myself up and turn the tables on them all.  With that last thought, my wolf whined and began to purr, anticipating seeing her mate again and what his reaction will be at the site of us. It was time to take back what is rightfully mine.