The Golden Millionaire

I could hear them attacking her, growling loudly and her yelps of pain radiating through my body. I hear her howl pitifully to my father to save her, but he won't. She has disobeyed him, taken me away from my fate, the one my father believes I should have, and willingly she is sacrificing herself for me. Her yelps become softer, but the attack on her never wavers. I lie in a ball under the bush she has stashed me and keep my eyes hidden. My ears pulled low against my head, as I tried to block out the sounds of my mother being torn limb from limb. “RUUUN!!!!” I heard her scream. “Never look back!” She shouted it with all the strength left in her, a hoarse scream, and then I could hear her choking on her own blood, a howl escaping her jaws before she collapsed with a dull thud, which meant that she changed back with her last strength to make me leave. I dared not go against her command and so I got up and ran, hearing small feet scurrying all around me, fleeing in different directions. This was my mother's intention all along, that she scared all the smaller animals out of this part of the forest with her last order, that she would give me a way of escape in the chaos of so many feet running away. She masked my scent with that of a skunk earlier. Not even my father would try to scent me by following this trail, they would think that the skunk got agitated by my mother’s shout and sprayed, before running away. The sounds of them ripping into her got fainter as I ran, keeping my eyes down, just moving leap after leap. I heard a howl of such as I had never heard before, but I knew it was my father, howling at the pain of losing his mate and in anger at having lost me, the Golden-eyed Wolf of Legend. I kept running, my fear making my paws fly faster. I had to get away. I could hear wolves running all over the place, their steps sounded louder due to my panic. I sat up in bed suddenly, breathing as though I had run all that way, drenched in sweat. Tears mingling with the sweat running off my forehead. My memory returning of the hell that I had gone through in the immediate weeks afterwards, hardly having food; fearing for my life every moment that I had to be out in the open; hardly sleeping some nights because I could sense wolves around me; and whether they were rogue or part of my pack looking for me, neither were allowed to find me, for I would end up dead in every situation. I remember willing myself to keep moving, keep hoping. Finally, I felt that I had travelled so far that no one would know me, and I stopped in at a house that looked abandoned. Though, on closer inspection I could smell that it was not, the most alluring smell was coming through the window, and I tried to sneak into the kitchen in my wolf form, hoping that they would simply chase me if they caught me, thinking me alone. “Cole!” a young girl asked, “What are you doing here?” My mind snapped into the present. The emerald eyes of Lily, the little girl who caught me in their house, stayed with me. Feeling my wolf stir at the thought of her, I hushed him and slid my hand over my face to clear away the sweat and memories that were chasing each other through my mind. Looking at the clock on the bedside, seeing 03:02 on the digital clock's face, I lay back down closing my eyes and putting my arm over my face. I would have another sleepless morning as these dreams were getting worse. For the past couple of weeks, I had only dreamed about the torture my mother had endured when she died, never moving past me, running away, with a feeling that I was running forever and ever, a dark eternal void in front of me where all I did was run until I woke up out of breath and covered in sweat and tears. Never had I thought of Lily again, not until this morning. Taking a deep breath, I sat up and put my feet on the soft shag carpeting that I had installed in the penthouse apartment that I owned. I pushed a buzzer next to the bed, and went to the bathroom, running the water into the deluxe tub that I had. Turning off the taps, I got into the water and lay against the side, closing my eyes and enjoying the lap of the water against my chest. Beautiful emerald eyes, an adorable button nose and a small pink mouth quirked with an excited smile entered my mind unasked. I smiled as I remembered her reaction when I shifted. She was eight at the time and I was eleven. She and her mother had kept to themselves mostly, so she had not seen boys shifting, and was adorably shy when she saw me naked. A small chuckle left me, rippling the water in the bath around me, at the memory. Her cheeks had changed to a shade of red, that made her look all the more innocent. After giving me one of the cloaks her father left to cover myself, she fed me and told me to hurry on my way. If her mother were to find me there, she would hand me over to my father. It seemed that everyone had known that the Alpha wanted me dead, and to have hidden me would have cost her mother’s life. I would not have allowed it, as Lily and I were good friends, we grew up together, although with her being so far away, I didn't get to see her often. Her father was part of the border patrol when he was alive. After rogues tried to pass, he died from his injuries, her mother was forced to take over his place. The Alpha had no mercy, he gave her the order to take her husband's duties or die, while she cried over him after he had given his last breath. Lily was very often left alone because of this, though I can only think that it made her stronger. She was already training with her mother at that time, when she wasn’t busy with her other duties. “Monsieur Alec?” I heard Viola call from the door of the penthouse. Everyone in my business knew me as Alec, the name that I had to take to help hide who I was. “I will be out in a minute,” I said loudly, “get the stones warm so long.” Getting out of the bath and putting a towel around myself, I walked towards my personal masseuse, Viola. She was at my beck and call at any time of the night or day, as I decided with the responsibility of my work, I needed someone to help me stay relaxed. I threw the towel over the chair and lay down on the table, waiting for the full body massage that she would give me, using hot stones. Maybe this would help me to stop thinking about my past. All I wanted to do was move forward. I had a successful company; I was a billionaire a couple of times over. I would be seeing all my high-ranking staff in the morning for a meeting about what we want to achieve in the next five years, and I had only just turned twenty-five almost six months ago. I could hear Viola shuffling around and her ‘tsk’ of agitation as she turned around and saw me lying naked on the table. “Monsieur Alec,” she scolded light-heartedly, “just because I am to give you a full-body massage, does not mean that I want to see your full body at this time,” she smacked me on the ass. This is what I had been waiting for, I must admit, that sting of the smack she gave me. It turned me on, and she did it so well, making the sting last for longer each time. My length became hard within an instant, and I wished, not for the first time, that I could tear her clothing from her and take pleasure in her, but something stopped me, and this morning, just the memory of those emerald eyes of Lily’s made me feel as though I was cheating. What the heck! How am I feeling guilty of getting hard by simply thinking of someone I hadn't seen in over ten years; she probably didn't even remember me at all. As Viola pulled a towel over my legs and ass, I turned my head saying, “Just the back this morning, Viola,” with a cheeky grin I wasn't feeling. I put my head back into the designated oval and promptly closed my eyes, and it wasn't long after that I fell asleep.