Chased By The Psychopathic Alpha

Running Away

Elena

Is this it?

Is this how my world will crumble, the peaceful world I tried to keep, the dream I’m so close to achieving? I can’t possibly lose it all just when I’m an arm's length of getting there.

The psychopath had released me after making it clear, he had decided to own me, even if it meant him having me dead.

“I don’t mind locking up your dead body you know, I could stroke myself while I imagine sliding my c**k into your p***y while your soul is purnished in hell for fornication. Now, if you know what is good for you, you would listen to me.”

I shiver as I recall his words.

He had let me go, and gave me a clear warning that this would be my last time breathing the air of the outside world, and I might as well enjoy it before he comes to take me.

That would never happen. I will not let that psychopath set his eyes on me again. I don’t care if I have to defect the pack, I will never let him get close to me.

“Oh my– Elena!” Mother yells while she rushes to me. I can see the evidence that they have been disturbed by my absence.

Father is out of the house too in no time, and with their approach, the neighbors might start rushing out to fill their ears soon.

“What did they do to you?!” Mother questions while she turns me around, perhaps searching for harm or injuries.

But I can feel a cold presence from her behind, which is exactly where my eyes are fixed. My father.

“You brat! How dare you give yourself away just like that? Your mother and I were just about to save you, but you decided to show us how ungrateful you are.” Father scolds.

Just as expected, the neighbors are beginning to step out from their houses, one by one, all assembling to have a follow-up for their later gossip, and if father and mother don't mind the attention they are drawing, why should I?

“Mum…Dad. I’m leaving,” I blurt. No expression on my face as I watch my parents go through a cycle of emotions.

It doesn’t matter what they feel or think. I’ve made my decision.

A striking slap causes my face to swing to the other side as my cheeks burn, leaving evidence that my father has just placed his hands on me.

There are so many gasps from the uninvited audience, however, I am the least surprised, this is not the first time mother and father has placed their hands on me. This is their way of disciplining me, this is their way of bringing me to the right path.

“Take back what you said.” Father points his index at me, his jaw hardened. While Mother is just by his side, shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment.

“Is it because of that Ezekiel boy? Are you running off to be with him? I told you that I am not agreeing with that marriage,” Father continues, and for the first time, I glare at my parents.

They might not know, but my absence will help them; they won’t have their Alpha leader trying to torture them because their daughter is refusing to be with the psychopath, plus they don’t need to worry about my status as a recessive omega, a weakling that can barely protect herself.

“I’m going to be with the one I love, Dad, and I have made up my mind, I only came to deliver the news,” I say, and father grips my wrist immediately, pulling me with him, but I struggle.

“Let me go Dad!” I yell. Another thing I have never done. Yell at my parents.

“I’m tired, I’m tired of you all, I am tired of this pack. I hate everyone, Dad.” The tears I have been struggling to lock away have begun to find it’s way out. I can feel it slipping down my cheeks without caring about the people watching.

“I hate this place, I hate you and mum!”

Another slap. This time for mother.

It hurts every time I get hit by my parents, but it hurts more when I see that expression on their face. Disappointment.

“Fine! Don’t you ever return to this house? I don’t even want your dead body at my doorstep,” Father yells as he flings my hand away before turning his back on me.

“Elena…”

“Let her go, Helen.” Father grips Mother’s wrist before she can reach out to me as he pulls her in, leaving me to watch them walk away.

It hurts. It hurts that I have to lose the ones I love to get my peace.

But it’s ridiculous how everyone is suddenly interested in my dead body. Will I be better off dead? It has been a thought that has taken a seat in my mind since I turned five, since I found out I am an omega.

It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving already.

I did succeed on getting to the Raven’sclaw Pack, a small pack with less asshole members and with my one true love.

“Elena, what are you doing here?”

The voice, the scent, the face I need right now is right before me, and I can’t help but run to his arms. To feel the one I truly love, the only one my heart can belong to.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is as soft as ever. It penetrates my skin and leaves me wanting more of him, to remove the touch of that bastard and to make me his.

“Elena…”

“Let’s get married Ezekiel,” I blurt, my head on his chest, inhaling his musky scent, which I refuse to admit is starting to lose its hold on me.

“We are,” He laughs, his body vibrating on mine.

“There are still a few days left, and besides, we need to get your parents' blessings before that.”

“There’s no reason for that,” I mutter, and he pulls me away, his hands wrapped around my arm while he stares down at me with knitted brows.

‘I’ve been disowned. And if you don’t mark me…” I hesitate, not willing to let him know the actual truth about my weird act.

“You will lose me, Ezekiel, so let’s get married. Tomorrow”