THE ONLY FEMALE; FATED TO THE WRONG MATE

LEAVE

CHAPTER FOUR:LEAVE

RORY'S POV

I woke to the warm sunlight streaming into the room, its bright rays dancing across my skin before settling on my eyes. Groggily, I sat up, my body protesting with aches and pains. It took a moment for my mind to catch up, but as memories of the previous night flooded back, I felt a surge of energy.

My mate's face flashed before me – the way he'd attacked Ayla, and how I'd fought him. But alongside the anger, I recalled the exhilaration of transforming into the White Wolf. A sense of pride and wonder still lingered.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I realized I was wearing a loose-fitting man's shirt, its soft fabric draping over my curves. The garment was simple and it revealed a hint of my rounded breasts. I hoped it wasn't my supposed mate's shirt, but the thought was fleeting.

"Ayla!" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper. Ayla's dying face appeared in my mind's eye, and with a newfound sense of determination, I pushed through the pain and stood up straight.

This was my first time leaving the Moonlight Pack, and everything about this new environment thrilled me. The room seemed to belong to a male, with sparse furnishings. I approached the window, pulling back the curtain to gaze outside.

The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold. Hybrids roamed the grounds, their grunts and snarls carrying on the wind. My mind is racing. This must be the place where my mother was being held.

"Maybe she's in the basement," I muttered to myself, a plan beginning to form. Without thinking, I headed out of the room.

As I walked through the hallways, the sound of voices grew louder, guiding me to a room where the hybrid Alpha, Asher, sat with Jenks. They were engaged in a hushed conversation, but their discussion ceased as I entered.

"You're awake," Asher said casually, his eyes locking onto mine.

I noticed the marks on his neck, resembling three fingers. A spark of pride ignited within me, realizing I must have inflicted those wounds.

I approached him, my anger and concern for my sister boiling over. "How did I get to the hybrids' pack, and where is my sister?" I demanded, my voice raised.

A female tended to Asher's wounds, and I noticed he seemed deeply injured. Jenks intervened, "You should calm down."

Asher's nonchalant tone only fueled my irritation. "He's dying from your venom, White Wolf," Jenks added, ignoring my questions.

My wolf stirred, sensing my anger, and I allowed it to surface. My nails transformed into wolf-like claws. "And I don't mind inflicting more venom," I warned, my fingers extending toward Asher's chest.

Before I could scratch him further, Jenks pulled me away. Asher winced in pain, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of hurt. However, my determination to find my family overrode that sensation.

"Come off it, we should have a conversation," Jenks yelled, struggling to restrain me.

Asher, still wincing in pain, managed to pin me against the wall. His breath danced across my face, and his eyes roamed over my body, settling on my breasts.

"I am Asher, the Alpha of the hybrid pack," he whispered, his voice strained.

For an instant, my energy calmed, and I felt an inexplicable pull toward him. I concealed this reaction, ensuring he wouldn't notice.

"What's your name?" Asher asked, his gaze locked onto mine.

"I'm Rory," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Asher's lips curled into a faint smile.

"The White Wolf."

His eyes seemed to gleam with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

As he released my hands, he stumbled back, falling onto the nearby seat. Jenks rushed to his side, concern etched on his face.

"Are you okay?" Jenks asked.

Asher waved his hand, "Give us the room." His eyes never left mine as he spoke.

He gazed at me, his eyes locked onto mine. "He is my beta, and I only tried saving him when I went for her. I never knew she was your sister."

I swiftly adjusted the shirt, trying to conceal my discomfort. "Where is she? I passed out last night," I asked, my memories of the previous night hazy.

Asher scoffed before responding, "I don't know where she is." He winced, struggling to speak through the pain.

The answer ignited a spark within my wolf, urging me to act. I held it back, my eyes narrowing. "That's not the answer," I said, taking a step closer to him.

Asher smirked. "We barely escaped last night, White."

"What do you mean?" I pressed, my curiosity rising.

"Elijah hit you with the Argentum, it's the metal used to weaken the White Wolf,”

I cut him off, my voice firm.

"Why would Elijah do that?"

Asher attempted to laugh, but his pain made it impossible. "You're the White Wolf, and everyone needs you."

I raised an eyebrow. "How?"

Asher stood up, his eyes locked onto mine. "The Tribrids are stronger than the hybrids, werewolves, and vampires. But guess who defeats them all?"

He took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You, the White Wolf."

My wolf growled, sensing the truth in his words. Elara was never lying.

Asher pulled back, a smirk still plastered on his face. "We took you away while we could. If not, Elijah would have you all to himself. That's because you don't understand the power you carry... yet."

My eyes flashed with anger at the mention of Elijah's intentions.

Asher clutched his chest, trying to contain his pain. "I'll send some of my omegas to check on the pack's atmosphere. That's the least I can do.”

As I gazed at Asher, my eyes wandered over his physique. His arms were chiseled, the muscles well-defined. I felt a flicker of admiration, but quickly suppressed it. I couldn't afford to be distracted; I still had too many unanswered questions.

"You should consider healing me, White," Asher said, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "I'll be dead any moment now." His eyes pleaded with me, and I felt a pang of confusion.

"I can't heal you," I replied, trying to sound resolute.

Asher rolled his eyes, his skin pale and his energy waning. "You have healing powers, White. Just place your hands on the scratches, and I'll be healed."

I took a step closer to him, my hips swaying slightly as I moved. My shirt remained unadjusted, revealing a hint of my skin.

"I'll consider it," I said, my voice firm, "but only after I find my sister.”