Fated By The Moon Goddess

Chapter 2 ~ Runaway

         VIOLET'S POV***

          I don't remember what happened but I could feel someone next to me. For a moment my hand felt hot and little sparks shot up my arm, dispersing over my body. It felt.... pleasant. I tried to open my eyes but it was no use, I couldn't, as if bricks were weighing them down.

          A steady beeping sound is what I first heard until a deep masculine voice started speaking. He sounded angry. It couldn't have been my father, his voice was girly compared to this one. I was entranced by the voice and as hard as I tried, I just couldn't open my eyes to see who it was.

          "At this point I'm ready to start a war with that pack. How could they treat someone like this?!" He huffed into his phone, I'm guessing, because I didn't hear anyone reply as he continued his conversation.

           "Yeah, well, she's not going back there. She'll stay with me before I let anyone get their hands on her again. And you make sure to tell them that if I find out who did this to my mate, I'll make sure their death is slow and agonizing." He was really pissed.

            Mate? Who's his mate? He couldn't possibly be talking about me? I mean, I haven't even shifted yet, there's no way I've found my mate this soon. I tried opening my eyes again, desperately wanting to see who was in the room with me. I groaned, light slowly seeped into my vision, it hurt. I shut them, cringing on the inside but tried it again. 

            I felt him by my side and tingles spread up my arm as he touched it. Finally, I managed to get my eyes open completely but my vision was blurry so I blinked a few times to let it adjust. 

            When it did, my eyes met with his and instantly, my heart felt.... peace? No, there's no way. I'm only meant to feel pain. Right? His gaze held nothing but worry.

            I didn't know if the man who stood above me was my mate, my wolf wasn't even with me to tell me and I didn't know how everything worked. My parents always kept me from most guys other than Timothy-

           Timothy.... I'd forgotten why I was here or even where I was at the moment. It smelled sterile, too sterile. I glanced around, taking in my environment. The sun burst through the windows and I was in a bed with wires sticking out of me everywhere. To my left there was a closet for what I assumed was for clothes.              To my right, there were two doors, one was open and the other closed. I could tell the open one was probably a bathroom but i couldn't really see in it from my position. A tv hung on the wall in front of me with a white board next to it with faces on it and information about me and who my doctor and nurses were. Chairs that didn't look as comfortable as they should be were placed under them. Hospital. It made sense.

            Memories of that night briefly flashed in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to will away the images. My stomach ached with a dull pain from where Timothy stuck his claw in me. I couldn't move my arms. They felt numb after being clawed. I opened my eyes again, remembering the man in the room.

           "W-Who-" I coughed harshly, my throat was too dry. How long had I been out?

          The mystery yet handsome man stood from my side and grabbed the glass of water that I just noticed sitting on the little table next to my bed. He held my head forward and tilted the glass so I could drink, since my arms didn't seem to want to work. Boy was this going to be frustrating. 

          I gulped a few times before the itchiness in the back of my throat began to subside. 

          "I am Samuel Quinton, Alpha of the Ash Bane Pack." He spoke answering my previous question even though I couldn't finish it. "But you can call me Sam."

                His face leaning over looking down at me with worry and anger, flashed momentarily in my mind. He was there in the attic. His pale blue eyes drew me in and for some odd reason, I welcomed it.

            "How long have I been out?" I started again.

            His face cringed, "Three days." 

            My eyes went wide. Three days? How could I have been out for three days? It hadn't even felt like time had passed at all. My head turned towards the window. Sunset. Another day about to slip away without so much as a hello.

          "Do you remember anything?" He asked, turning my attention back towards him. I looked ahead of me, did I? I closed my eyes, trying to remember the details. Flashes. Timothy on top of me. Timothy inside me. I whimpered and my eyes flew open. I didn't want to see that.

           "It's okay. You don't have to relive it. I won't make you. I just need to know who did this to you." His voice was gentle and relaxed. It soothed me surprisingly. But I didn't want to tell him who did this. I couldn't. I was afraid he would come for me again.

           What was I going to do when I got back home? Probably die from making a spectacle. My fath- the alpha, wouldn't be pleased with me.

             "I-I don't remember. It's all so blurry." I lied. I couldn't tell him. Not yet anyway.

             He looked as though he didn't believe me but thankfully he didn't press me for more. I yawned, my jaw ached, my entire body ached, and my eyes fluttered closed.

       ••••

               I woke again when I heard two voices. This time, I recognized Sam's but the other one I didn't know. It was another guy, that was for sure. 

               "We'll take her back to the pack. There's no way in hell I'm letting her go back there."

                "Sam, they won't let you take her. They're demanding you bring her to them as soon as she's discharged." Came the other voice.

                Sam growled, "If they cared so damn much then they would have come gotten her themselves."

                "I understand that sir, but—" he was cut off.

                "We are taking her to the pack. And that's final." His voice was deep and commanding. He used his Alpha voice. It sent shudders down my spine. Not ones of terror but ones of pleasure. This feeling was so foreign it scared me a little bit. But I trusted he wouldn't harm me. I just had this feeling.

                 "Yes, Alpha." I heard the door close and I opened my eyes to see Sam looking at me. His eyes held sorrow, but hope. 

       ••••

        A few days after I heard their conversation, my wounds had healed enough to be able to go home. Or, to this new house Sam decided I would stay from now on. When we pulled up to a fairly large silver gate, a guard stopped the car, looking to see who was inside. Once he saw it was the Alpha, he bowed his head and gave a hand signal to someone I couldn't see.

           The gate began to open and the car slowly made its way forward, the pebbles underneath popping under the tires pressure. My heart started racing, this was all so sudden so fast. I mean, I was scared to go back to my pack but this— this was a whole new level. 

            I felt a hand rest on my own. I looked over to Samuel sitting next to me. The man I now know as Seth, Sam's Beta, was driving while we sat in the back. Samuel looked at me with concern. I guess he could hear my heart start to speed up.

            "You'll be okay, Violet. No one here is going to hurt you. I won't let them." His hand squeezed mine, my body was able to relax but my heart still sped up. I could only nod.

             When we got to the main pack house, I stared in awe. It was very large, probably three or four stories tall. It was modern, square glass windows that were tinted so you couldn't see inside. It was white while the roof was black and smoothed, no shingles. The main floor curved, like a crescent moon and the other stories followed as well but traveled up to the last floor, kind of like a triangle. If that makes any sense. But nonetheless, it was beautiful. I had no doubt the inside would be just as if not more. There were other homes but they were spread out around the land. Which was a lot of land. This was probably the largest pack in America.

             We all stepped inside and like I said, it was magnificent. A smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafted into my nose. My stomach decided to growl at that moment and I looked down, blushing.

              Samuel laughed next to me. That's embarrassing, I didn't really eat much in the hospital because I was afraid I'd throw it up but now that I was here and smelling something that made my mouth water, I was starving.

               "Let's go to the kitchen, you must be starving." Sam smiled and took my hand in his. We walked to our right, passed the living room which had a few people in it. They all stared at me but I just kept my head down. When we got to the kitchen, I saw a few people bustling around. This was kind of like my pack just with more people and a bigger kitchen. Way bigger. 

               I heard Sam talking to others while I took in the room. Black wooden floors with white walls. Paintings hung along with pots and pans everywhere. The cabinets were marble and the huge island in the middle of the kitchen matched. All of it seemed to coordinate. Even the living room. It had its pop of color, with vases of flowers and the occasional different colored object somewhere in the room.

             "Violet?" Sam's hands waved in front of my face. He looked concerned but I just gave him a small nod. 

             "I'd like to introduce you to Katherine. She's the one in charge of the kitchen. You can come to her if you would like anything special."

              The gray haired woman smiled at me and reached her hand out. I studied her, staring into her emerald eyes to see if she would react coldly to me. But I saw nothing. I extended my hand and shook it. She was warm.

                "Sam's told us you smell the pie we're making and got hungry. It's just cooling down now if you would like a slice?" Pie. In my pack I never got to eat desserts, let alone before dinner. I've never had it. Would I even like it? My eyes glances towards Samuel's. He smiled warmly and nodded. Then, so did I.

        •••••

          TIMOTHY'S POV***

          Marcus sat in front of me, running his hands through his hair. He was anxious. Or angry. Maybe both, I don't know. He didn't know what I had done. But he knew something happened. 

          Violet was taken to another pack and Marcus wasn't too happy about that. What was he happy about nowadays. He was a self centered, egotistical bastard. While I agree, she should come back here, I know that her life wouldn't change if she did. 

           "Those thieving mutts. They think they can take what isn't theirs. How dare they!" He slammed his hands on the desk. If this were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears. 

            "What would you like to do, Alpha?" I asked.

            He sighed, "I should be grateful. She was just a disappointment anyway. Even her own mother is glad she isn't here. But I can't have anyone taking my property. What kind of Alpha would people think I am if I let them take her?" 

          He was right about one thing, it wouldn't make him look too good but whose fault is that? If he'd just loved her to begin with. Like I do. 

         Sometimes I pitied Violet. She was born to such a hideous family. She was the only beautiful one. Too beautiful for her own good I'd say. I just couldn't help myself in the attic. I had to make her mine. Her first everything will be mine. 

         She belongs to me and me alone, not her father, not the Alpha that took her. Mine. Whether she likes it or not. And I intend to get her back.