The Alpha's Mate (GxG)

chapter seven

Arya’s P . O . V

The sweat in my hands was beyond obvious as I tried to maintain my cool. I folded up my fingers really tightly so as to form a fist. My chest rose up as I inhaled and took in a deep breath and wiggled my toes just to make sure that my feet were deeply planted on the ground. I made no sudden movements , just watched as my father charged Towards her with his canine teeth already out and prepared to kill.” What the hell is it that you want in my pack ,” my father begrudgingly asked the question . I did a silent quick prayer to the moon goddess just praying for my mate to answer just this one time so as to preserve her life but she didn’t.

My father released a low but deep growl of anger now walking closer towards her . “listen here rogue .I’m going to ask you this question one more time. What the hell are you doing in my pack territory,” my father’s words were slow and calculated but my mate was not answering which was just giving my father an excuse to kill her. Someone suddenly cleared their throat in the room and swayed our attention their way. I looked at who the savior was only to meet the eyes of the doctor. I almost forgot that the doctor was even in the room. Her present was previously so insignificant compared to the stare down my father was having with my mate who seemed to be in her own word. My mate didn't seem as scared as she should be of my father. She was calm and collected. I could see some traces of fear around her eyes yet the traces were not as strong as they should be. The doctor cleared his throat once more so as to get my father’s attention without seeming disrespectful or risking her own life

“Alpha the girl is mute sir. She does not talk. Based on some tests and actually talking to her we have discovered that she does not talk at all and does not seem to have any interest in talking or communicating. Based on her behavior we can see that she has post traumatic stress which is messing with her emotions and making her show all the wrong emotions at the wrong times or even just not feel anything at all. Based on how she chooses to adapt or dead with stressful situations I can tell that she has been mute for so long that not talking is a default for her,” The doctor’s words made everything just fall into place. Everything suddenly just made much more sense than it previously was. She was dealing with mental and psychological issues which is why she was struggling to show appreciate emotions. No rogue in her right mind would show boredom and seem so uninterested while her mate or an alpha was talking to her. My father seemed beyond intimidating and I personally could admit that I found him to be frightening beyond measure .

“OK then doctor what do you suggest we do? How do we deal with this situation? I need to ask her some questions and her being mute is not something that is going to stop me from asking her those questions what is it that you suggest we do?” I was surprised to see how attentive and understanding my father was behaving. It was really unlike him to take advice or listen to what anyone else had to say but in this instance he really tried to maintain his cool without being as toxic as he usually was. My father slowly nodded his head as he walked around my mate, just sizing her up. Within a few seconds the doctor arrived from the corner of the room bringing a notepad with her which I assumed was to help my mate communicate and write down her answers to the alpha. Great appreciation filled my heart for the doctors efforts I am very sure that it was not easy for her to stand up to my father but she still did it regardless of fear.

My father stopped in his track and sniffed around the room…pure bewilderment filled his entire face. “ what the hell is that! Why is her scent so tainted? I had thought that maybe it was because of pack members being around her and they tainted her rouge scent with the scent of our pack members. Why is her scent weirdly mixed like that? Why was I not told of this development, what is the course of it? “ I too was as curious as my father about my mates scent ,it was indeed peculiar to say the least. My eyes were back to the doctor in expectance of an answer but she just looked like a fish out of water …her mouth opened and closed but no words left her mouth.

“To be honest with you Alpha King they is no plausible scientific reason for her scent being like this . I have never seen a case like this before in all my years as a doctor but I have been able to come up with some theories. As I was doing my research I have figured out that in most cases when a rogue or when a pack member has been newly kicked out of a pack and their scent still developing the rogue keeps some of their pack scent. Obviously we did not kick her out of our pack so those can not be the reasons. Other reasons could be that her parents were rogues from our pack and when her mother gave birth to her, she inherited our packs scent as well as the rogue sent from the mother. I tried to do some more digging to find out if any rogues were kicked out or any pregnant woman was kicked out from her pack in the recent years but I could not find out much. Her age is still a mystery. She is probably between sixteen and nineteen but I can not exactly say for certain, ”The doctors words answered some questions as well as adding more questions and uncertainties.

The doctor was still talking when we suddenly heard a knocking sound . All of our attention went to the sound and found my mate holding up a paper with words written on it. The words were “behind my ear” so obviously I was intrigued at least she was now trying to communicate with us . The doctor went closer to her and looked behind her ear. It was an instant look of shork that filled the doctor’s face as she touched her chest in surprise. My father stepped closer ,pushing the doctor aside to see what was behind my mates ear and he too looked beyond shocked as he growled in frustration. Curiosity got the better of me as I too stepped closer to her .Curious to find out exactly what was behind her that was shocking both the doctor and my father. I couldn’t help but think that it was incompetent of the doctor to not have noticed whatever was on my mates ear earlier during the initial check up.

I scanned her neck and as my eyes looked upon the surrounding area of the back of her ear...I spotted it. There was an irregular circle shape made of pure flesh with the letters “S.R.P” it didn't take me much time to figure it out . The symbol behind her ear was our packs crest . Every member of the pack was born with it and the member needed to be born within the pack in order to inherit the crest. The crest was part of the curse of being a werewolf that every pack member was cursed to bear . It wasn't possible . How could she be a member of our pack and why were we not aware of her existence. If she were a member of our pack than how come no one recognizes her ? How come no one looked for her if she was missing ? who is she?

I could tell that my father was enraged by the information . He hated being sidelined and being kept in the dark more than anything in the world. He looked at her with anger and a sense of betrayal . He took in a large deep breath to calm his nerves, clenched his fists to rein in his anger and looked at her before speaking. “Who the hell are you ? If you claim to be a member of my pack then how come we don't recognize you as one and you seem like a rogue instead? We do not know who the hell you are. What is your name…rogue!” The words rolled off his lips as if they were poison. His stance screamed triggered as if he had to force himself to stay here and suffer through being in her presence.

My mate did something that no one in their right mind would ever try. She looked directly into my father’s eyes with absolutely no intention of showing any ounce of fear . If it were any other rogue I would be more than shocked but coming from her I just wasn’t as shocked. At this point it was pretty much expected of her . Looking at an alpha dead in the eye was a sign of disrespect and no one dared do it but she somehow didn’t seem to care. She suddenly looked down at her hands as she formed a fist with her fingers. She slowly brought her fists to my father’s face with her wrists facing up so as to allow him properly observe her wrists . I could barely see what was on her wrists. I was too preoccupied with the whole situation to actually pay much attention to detail. I could see some Ink lines on her both her wrists as if words were scribbled on her .

I stepped a bit closer to look at what was tattooed on her wrists . On her right wrist was engraved a tattoo with a name “Nicole” and on her left wrist a tattoo with the name “Hilton” if you put it all together the name read “Nicole Hilton”. Shock filled my entire system as I felt all the blood being drained from my face . That name it was so familiar that it’s mere mention sent shock waves to the core of my very being.

Nicole Hilton was my late mother’s maiden name.