Chosen

Chapter IX

~ Rain

The way he treated me and his personality wasn't what I imagined the Alpha of Lycan Hill to be. The rumors made him out to be a crazy, sick psychopath that escaped death and became immortal. They specifically stressed on the fact that no one would crossed paths with him and lived to see the light of day. Stories and books were written about him and how to avoid getting kidnapped by his men for the annual sacrifice they held. My father always warned me about him since I was a little kid. It was like an oral history, passed down from generation to generation.

But to my surprise, he was nice to me, and it was suspicious, keeping in mind that I was considered an offender, in his book. Perhaps he wanted to show kindness towards me before I received my harsh verdict. He is such a good man! I scoffed internally. Or perhaps he was doing this because he changed his mind and decided to kill me after all.

I did think of escaping him and running away, but I only realized that it wouldn't get me anywhere. Many possibilities came to my brain. The first one was that if I attempted to run away suddenly, he would surely catch up to me and bring me back. I wouldn't have the chance to go further than five steps away, considering that the Alpha of Lycan Hill would be ten time faster than I was. Second possibility was that if I somehow and by some miracle was able to run away from him without him noticing or catching up, where would I go? I know nothing and no one in this pack and another one of the pack's thirsty members would come for me and eventually kill me since I was technically a trespasser, also considering that most- if not all of his pack's members were previously rouges of other packs, so they wouldn't really have an up to date mindset and wouldn't be very tolerable. Lastly, the third possibility was that if I managed to escape the Alpha and find a good hiding place where no one could find me, I would still face the same fate. How? I'll tell you.

The Alpha would sooner or later notice my absence and order his men to look for me and it wouldn't be difficult for them to find me knowing their exceptional skills and great history in tracking down and kidnapping their victims. That will definitely result in a harsher verdict for breaking more laws. I would be doomed either way, so I decided to stay smart and follow him quietly

"Rain, did you hear what I said?" The Alpha brutally crashed my train of thoughts.

"Yes," I blinked, regaining my concentration. "I mean no, I just zoned out."

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.

"Nothing," I laughed nervously as I searched my bag for a tissue to wipe off the mess of makeup that was on my face.

"Just a quick warning." He started. "Don't even consider running away. You don't have a chance of escaping." He paused for a couple of seconds, thinking. "Not even in the slightest."

"Yea, I know that," I said, honestly. I had a feeling he would figure out what I was thinking about. I couldn't hide me face emotions while thinking of something.

"Good to know that." He smiled, showing his perfect teeth again, putting mine to shame. I saw no point in boosting my ego since that would make his senses heightened all the more in case I found a perfect chance and decided to actually take it and escape. But then again he seemed nice to me. Maybe he wouldn't be as nice if I escaped and was brought back to him.

I wanted to interrogate him and ask him a ton of questions. I was getting doubtful of his identity after I had seen him in real life. However, I wasn't sure how to do it. I thought maybe just initiating a conversation with him should get things escalated.

"Where did Lucas and that other guy go?" I asked. The question caught his attention. He seemed surprised about something, but covered it up quickly.

"To do business." His reply was simple and short, not very informative to say the least.

"May I ask what kind of business?" I pried.

"No, you may not." He chuckled, taking it as a joke, however, I could sense that he wasn't very amused by my topic. I decided to cut to the chase and ask him the questions that were tormenting my mind.

"How come I told you my name, but you never did?" i***t! Everyone called him Alpha what made you think he would tell you his name.

"Why are you asking? Do you want to call me by my name or something?" Calling an Alpha by his name is an extremely disrespectful thing to do to all Alphas not just him. It might even get you in deep trouble with that Alpha.

"No." I replied immediately. "I was just wondering." I was trying to make up an excuse for the dumb question I asked.

"It is Samuel." He said suddenly. I was surprised that he actually told me his real name. I wondered how many people actually knew it.

"Nice name!" I said, regretting it a second later and blushing. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I wasn't trying to flirt. It truly is a nice name.

"That's bold, but thanks." He chuckled.

"I used to know someone of the same name." The aura around him changed. He was stiff and uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if I said something wrong or not.

"Oh, really?" He wondered. "Where is he now?" My heart sank at his question.

"He died." I confessed.

"That's sad." He eyed me subtly, but I caught him anyway.

"Yeah, that was long ago. I think I got over it now." I lied. It still hurt me to this day. He was really close to my heart.

From a distance I could see a man approaching. He was almost as tall as Samuel and his chest was a little broader than him. His stance indicated that he was one of the higher ups in this pack. He held his head up as he approached, but bowed down immediately when he was standing in front of Samuel.

"Welcome back, Alpha!" He said. His tone was respectful and contained. He spoke like a true gentleman. "Who's the lady? May I ask, sir?."

"Escort the lady to one of our rooms until I'm back." He ordered. "I have business to do." He stated.

"As you wish, sir!" The man straightened his posture and mentioned for me to walk before him and so I did. I was walking towards the pack house, not knowing what was going to happen to me when I enter. However, I didn't feel nervous. The pack house for some reason felt like home although I have never seen it in my entire life. And for some more odd reasons, I felt like I could trust Samuel. He seemed nice and I was dumb enough to trust anyone who said sweet things to me. However I had a feeling this time it might turn out differently...