Her Savior. His Princess.

My Broken Soul

I ran fast, carrying the stuff I had bought at the market. Time was almost up and my heart was racing. I was scared. And I was almost to the pack house. If I was almost there... How could I still feel him? Was I running faster than normal? 

The man... Who was he? Why did I feel like a part of me was missing the second I left him? I wanted him. I really did. If I could run back into his arms, Moon Goddess knows I would. What could make me feel this way? Whatever it was, it was almost too much to bear being away from him. But he was a stranger. I shouldn't feel this way.

I was about to shake my feelings and thoughts away when a huge muscular chest did that for me. I slammed right into Vlad's chest and screamed as I fell to the ground hard. He just looked down at me as tears streamed down my cheeks when I heard and felt the bone in my arm snap like a twig. I couldn't scream again, all I could do was cry. 

Whoever the man had been, I needed him. He could be the one that could finally get me out of this horrible place. Vlad reached down and grabbed the things i had bought before turning and walking away from me. No one cares. I was too naive to think that guy would too. He probably only got close to me to try and take advantage of me. What was I thinking?! 

I whimpered as the pain slowly numbed and I pushed myself back up to my feet. But I could still feel him. I didn't even know his name but Moon Goddess knows I want to find out. Sadly, I have no idea how I would be able to do that. Then I paused. 

Why is he angry? Why can I- My eyes widened. Holy s**t, that man is an alpha. It suddenly clicked and I found myself automatically walking back to the pack house. That did make finding him slightly easier but I don't know many of the alpha's in Angel City. Well, except for Kimber from the Rose Moon pack. But that was it. 

"Bianca." I heard Jason's voice right in front of me and I stopped walking to look at him. All thoughts of the man left my head when I found myself face to face with an angry Jason. "You are five minutes late." He spoke calmly but I had learned how to sense his anger. I was quivering in fear now. 

I knew it was coming but I was still shocked when I felt his hand connect with my cheek and I fell to the ground. I screamed in pain because I had landed on my broken arm. I looked up, eyes full of fear when I saw his face shadowed and his eyes emotionless. I stayed there, bowing my head as he kicked me in the ribs and I groaned and rolled over. Pain spread through my whole body and I sobbed silently. I expected another kick but instead, he turned and walked into the pack house. 

It took a while before I was finally able to get back to my room. I was glad when Jason didn't ask for anything else of me. I had learned to treat my own wounds so I easily put the bone in my arm back in place and wrapped it tightly before putting ice on my cheek and laying down in bed. My ribs hurt but I could live with that. I didn't think any of them were broken. At least, they weren't as broken as me.