Living a Lie

Taken

"What did you do son?" I can barely hear it. My head hurts so I keep my eyes closed.

"Can you help..." I go in and out only hearing little bits. "Turn...I need....turn back." I can't make it out but I do what it says. I turn back into my human form. "It can't be...my...she's...mate" I hear those words and then my world goes black again.

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I'm in a bed. It's warm like there's a fire nearby. My head is pounding and my leg feels like it's on fire. I try to open my eyes but the light burns them. "Sh. Sh. It's ok. Rest," a deep husky voice says, "she's awake." It says again but to someone else. I try to open my eyes again. I blink until a ceiling comes into view. I look around to see where I am, only to see a man by me. His back is to me while he's facing another woman.

"Who are you?" I croak out my voice horse and dry. He turns and looks at me and my heart stops. MATE! MATE! MATE! My thoughts scream what I feel but he can't be. He's one of them. A monster.

"Hello mate." He says not looking me in the eyes. It must show in my face the shock and disdain. He looks at the woman as she walks over to me.

"Hello dear, I'm Anne. What's your name?" She asks in a motherly tone. She's in her 50s with brown hair that's starting to grey and sad doe eyes. I don't say anything. I don't want to. I want to go home with my parents. I want to curl up in my bed and forget this happened. I want to forget I have a mate. A mate from Los pack.

When I wouldn't say anything they left whispering. I look around the room to find out how to get out. The bed is in the middle with red silk sheets and pillows. My leg is in a cast, elevated just enough. On the right of the room are two doors probably a suite and closet. There is a fireplace in the middle with two chairs in front. On the left is a dresser and another door leading out of the room. I go to get up but am held down. I look to see that my right foot, the not broken one, is chained down to the bed. It kinda looks like big handcuffs but it's around my ankle and the bed pole.

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For the last hour, I've tried to pull my foot from the contraption. I have failed every time. Sitting back in the bed I fold my arms and scold my foot. If I had been paying attention this never would have happened. I don't know what else to do and that alone is making me very angry. Finally, the door opens, and in walks the man. The man who chased me through the forest, the man who bit me, the man who took me away from home, and the man who is my mate.

He has black hair like me. It's shaggy and hangs over his forehead and ears. He's tall and built, around 6'2. He's wearing a black tee shirt and jeans; different than before. His face looks like it's been carved out of marble with a sharp jawline and cheekbones that could cut ice. His nose is straight and sharp and his eyes are black like darkness. His skin looks like he lives in the Caribbean instead of Washington with how golden it is. He truly looks like a god. He looks like he could be a model with how he walks towards me with broad shoulders and confidence in each step.

He looks down at me with disgust. I look up at him with furry. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I ask with pure venom. This man took me away and chained me to a bed pole. I was not having it.

He looks at me starting at my head then to be feet and back again. Then he does the imaginable, he smirks. My face must have shown I was pissed because his smirk got bigger. "I'm Grant" he answers cooly. I want to slap him for looking so snug. "The real question," he says as he grabs a chair and moves it by the bed, "is who are you?" He sits down and stares at me as if I'm a foreign creature.

"You would think you should know who you kidn*pped; don't you think?" I say as though he's an i***t. He glances at me and smiles. My stomach feels with butterflies and I hate myself for it.

"Your something that's for sure." He says as he gets up smiling. He leaves me alone in the room again but this time, I'm asking myself one question: who is my mate?