The Runaway and her Twin Alphas

The Chance Encounter With Fate

Esme stood frozen behind the tree. Why did she care if they were talking to her or not? Her hands shook as her system flooded with adrenaline. If they did in fact know she was here she had to prepare herself to fight. There was no way she would be taken back in one piece to the packhouse. She would rather die than see Marxus ever again or the pitying look on Derrick's face when he sees her returned. She listened carefully as the two men trudged around the area. She couldn't let them get the drop on her. She listened carefully as one of them neared the tree that shielded her she slowly scooted around it avoided the figure as it rounded the tree.

Esme had been so focused on the one coming near her shehad completely forgot to listen for the second. As she rounded the base of the tree suddenly she came face to face with a wide eyed giant.

He was absolutely stunning. His beautiful storm cloud eyes were filled with shock. His dark brown almost black hair had fallen over his forehead as he had lunged forward to grab her. He stood there frozen just as she was. His statuesque facial features made him look like a God that Esme had seen drawings of at the coven house.

"Mate." Asha practically shouted leaping for joy within her. Mate? It was certainly possible as witches had been mated to wolves in her pack for hundreds of years.

"Alex." The man said not moving a muscle from where he stood. "We finally found something."

Esme knew it. Though she had not recognized the two men it was a definite possibility Marxus had used a cloaking spell on his trackers. Changing their appearance making them unrecognizable. As the second man rounded the corner Esme sprung into action.

With as much force as she could muster in the short distance she barreled herself into the handsome stranger. Lowering her shoulder as Derrick had told her she rocketed with all her force off the ground and slammed into his solid muscular figure. Mostly due to the man's shock he was knocked straight to the ground with a resounding thud. Esme made sure her feet were firmly planted so when he hit the ground she vaulted over him with the agility of a cat. The second she hit the ground she took off running. Only to be caught a breath later as what felt like a steel cage wrapped around her.

"No!" She couldn't help the anguished scream she released as she was dragged back to the tree. Marxus had certainly cloaked his trackers in some sort of spell that attracted her and fool that she was she had fallen for his trap.

The vice like grip around her loosened slightly. She looked up to see another extremely handsome face looking down on her. Though their faces were the same, where the other man was beautiful and almost regal this man was rugged and had a brutal air about him. His beautiful ash blonde hair hung around his shoulders. It was like all the air had been slammed out of her chest. After a few seconds of staring into the man's striking grey eyes she immediately began to struggle against him pushing against him with all her might

"Mate!" Asha screamed inside her. Two mates? Esme had never heard of such a thing and was now convinced Asha had lost her mind. Or was being played like a puppet just as Esme had been.

"Hold on little wolf!" The first man she had encountered stated standing from where he had fallen. "We just want to talk! How the hell did you get way out here?"

"Yeah right!" Esme yelled back continually pushing and shoving against the other man. "Tell Marxus I said to eat s**t!"

The vice tightened around her and she felt the second man's chest begin to shake. Her body flooded with rage and her face began to heat up with embarrassment. Was he really laughing at her?

"Looks like we caught ourselves a rabid little she wolf, Christian." the man holding her laughed. At the sound of his laugh her body flooded with something she couldn't explain. All she knew is that his boisterous deep laugh had made her want to laugh. Even as she was being recaptured and taken back to hell she wanted to laugh. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought.

"Who is Marxus and how did you get so far out into these woods?" Christian asked moving closer to where the second man was holding her. As he neared Esme couldn't help but be excited. What was happening to her? Why was she so attracted to this threat?

Esme had secretly listened to many lessons at the coven house when she was tasked with cleaning it. On one particular day they had covered cloaking. Cloaking can be done in three ways. The first only cloaks your magic, making you invisible to other users or wolves. This is the cloaking spell Derrick had cast on Esme. The second cloaks the person entirely making them completely invisible to the naked eye. And the third and final form was changing someone's appearance cloaking them in another's. However they covered during the lesson that even if the person is cloaked in the third form their smell would never change. Esme was more than sure she had never smelt these two before.

Suddenly Esme became aware of just how close her body was to the second man as he had her in his large muscular arms. She was practically pressed to his chest. Her face flushed. She pushed back her mane of fiery red hair trying to catch her breath.

"Relax little wolf we won't hurt you." the man holding her said softly. Slowly, very slowly he began to release her as if making sure she wouldn't make a break for it in a split second. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't contemplated it but, suddenly something inside her was telling her not to fight. She remained silent as he pulled away completely. Even if they were cloaked was it possible the spell could make her feel this way? Almost... comfortable?

"Tell us where you came from and maybe we can help you get back there " Christian tried, assuming this girl in the middle of nowhere must certainly be lost. He couldn't believe their luck they had been sent here by their father to look for the famous pack that was rumored to be hidden in these mountains. It was their job, him and his twin brother, to find the pack and bring them to heel. For years Christian had assumed it was an urban legend but, standing here in the middle of the dense wooded back country with the little she wolf had proved that wrong. She would be lead them to it if she liked it or not. Then he would return home a conquering hero.

"I'm not going back." The red haired spit fire of a tiny she wolf bit back. Christian felt his anger rising. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be home on the New Moon packlands. He wanted to enjoy the spoils of being young and verile before he met his mate and had to settle down as Alpha.

He had to admit the little she wolf was incredibly beautiful. Though she seemed very young her features made her look older. Her scowl especially sparked something within him he could not place. Her skin was like porcelain and her big round eyes like giant shining emeralds. He felt something within him the moment he saw her but, could not place it. It was certainly an attraction. Whether it was her beauty or the power of her wolf they has sensed before they even seen her he could not say.

"I have to go. They will be looking for me." she said suddenly her soft gentle whisper pulling him from his thoughts. Suddenly he was filled with rage for another reason. Who had hurt this poor beautiful soul? It was obvious to him by now she was on the run and by the look of her she had never been fed well. Christian mentally shook himself. What was wrong with him? He didn't care about some starving pup in the woods. After all he was here to destroy the pack she likely came from.

"Who is looking for you?" His brother Alex growled out between clenched teeth. Was he feeling what Christian felt? It was like the young girl was magnetic and for some reason he felt the need to destroy anything that may harm her. She remained silent turning her head to scour the area obviously afraid someone would leap out and catch her at any moment.

"At least tell us your name." Christian tried attempting to break the ice.

"Esmerelda." She replied. She wasn't sure why she told them her name but, she had.

"My name is Christian, and this brute is Alexander. We are the Finley brothers." Christian told her giving his best 'nice to meet you' smile. The sexy, tall, muscular stranger smiled at Esme. She had no idea what to say to him but, she felt her cheeks heat up.

Esme froze processing his words. The Finley brothers? As in, Alpha Magnus Finley's sons? Even as isolated as her pack was she had heard the Finley name repeatedly. According to Marxus the Finely family was the greatest threat to the Moon Blood Packs way of life. Generations ago the Finley's had been put in charge of finding the pack hidden in the woods. Marxus told the pack that the Finely's hated witches. He said if the Finley's were to find a wolf mated to a witch both would be burnt at the stake. Esme drew back suddenly terrified. Would they burn her for just being a witch?

"Esmerelda, I can see that your terrified of whatever it is that you are running from." Alexander began approaching the girl slowly. "Why don't you come with us back to our pack? A wolf as powerful as yours would be more than welcome among our people."

Esme stood dumbstruck. A wolf as powerful as hers?

"I don't have a wolf." she stared simply looking between the two handsome faces. They both looked confused at her response.

"How do you think we knew you were there hidden in the woods Esmerelda?" Christian asked her. Esme was confused by his question.

"You said you smelt me." she responded.

"Yes, we did smell you, however we sensed your wolf long before we smelt you."