Ch. 6 Dani
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I managed to avoid being in the same room as my father, successfully, for weeks. I couldn't look at him. His voice made me clench my fists.
Just because he was the alpha didn't mean he got to dictate who my mate was! How dare he disrespect the moon goddess! My mate was out there, specially made for me. My father wouldn't take that from me.
I found myself drawn to the woods, far out by our south border, trying to seek solace. It had always been a favorite spot of mine. A place where no one would bother me...
Until today.
I sat with my feet dipped into the creek. The smooth water gently running over my toes. I was lost in thought when I felt someone near me. My eyes shot up, my wolf on red alert.
We did not recognize the scent of this wolf.
I was on my feet in seconds. I whirled around, my silver hair whipping to my back. My gaze landed on a young man with dirty blonde hair and a sleek look in his dark eyes. He lips quirked into a smirk when our eyes met.
"Your father told me I'd probably find you here," he said, pushing off from the tree he was lazily leaning on. He was handsome, his aura giving off dominance and arrogance. He may have been good looking but his aura alone made me sick. "Blake," he introduced, lifting my hand up to his lips for a kiss.
My stomach knotted.
Blake? Alpha Andrews son?
I narrowed my eyes immediately, whisking my hand away, "Don't touch me," I snapped, taking a few steps back.
Blake didn't seem fazed by my reaction at all. In fact, he advanced forward, "Father was right. You are beautiful, but that mouth...." He had a wicked gleam in his eye. "That just won't do. But we have time to fix it."
My heart pounded in my chest as Raven came forward, ready to defend us. She perceived Blake as a threat, not as a loving soon to be mate. Before I could blink, he had me shoved against a tree, knocking the air out of my lungs. The bark dug into my skin painfully. He pushed his body against mine. I growled, attempting to shove him away. He snatched my hands up, pinning them above me.
His breath fanned my neck as he intruded my personal space. I turned away from his face in defiance, "You don't have to like me. Hell, you can hate me! But you will be obedient to me and give me what I need when I need it," he whispered in my ear.
Indignation and rage bubbled in my chest. I turned my face to his and spit. He saw red as he growled but he was able to control himself, letting my hands go as he backed away. He wiped his face with a terrifying smirk.
"You'll regret that my dear," he threatened darkly. "When you're mine. And I think I need that to happen sooner than previously planned."
With that he walked away, leaving me gutted. I slumped down to the ground in a puddle. I couldn't stop the trembling that overtook my body.
I can't do this Raven, I cried to my wolf. I won't.
I know, she said with conviction. Are you ready for what that might mean for us? Can you leave this place? Your home?
A lump formed in my throat at her bluntness. I didn't think it would come to that. Wouldn't my father see reason? Wouldn't he do anything to protect me?
Desperate people do not listen to reason Dani. He feels threatened. There is more to this than we know. When an alpha feels his pack is threatened, that is all they focus on. They will do what is necessary to protect the pack.
I knew what she was saying was true. And could I fault him for that? Was I selfish to not make that sacrifice for my people? This was my fate all along. I would be sent to my mate to start a life but I had always imagined my fated mate finding me and we'd live a life full of love. I had never cared what he was. I didn't need an alpha! I just wanted a chance to find him.
I just needed time.....
I was so close to 18, when my mate would be revealed. If I was forced to mate Blake would I ever be able to sense my true mate?
He would sense you, Raven said softly, sadness filling her voice. But it would be too late. No wolf challenges a mate bond, whether forced or not. A mark, is a mark.
That was all I needed to hear. With a new resolution and strength I got to my feet. I would not be marked by anyone other than my fated. If I couldn't get my father to listen, then I would do what I had to, even if that meant running.
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