The Alphas Daughter

Dead of night

As I leave Dr Roberts office my mind is in overdrive. How the f**k can I be pregnant! I need to think of a plan and fast, I’m already 8 weeks pregnant, soon I’ll be showing.

“In the dead of night you run” Romy says solemnly in my head

She’s right. I know I can’t stay in the pack or anywhere near James.

I know my dad has a few thousand in a safe in his office, I will take that and one of the many cars he has and I will drive, I have no idea where to but it’s a start. I’ll leave a note for both my dad and Mark and I will say I had to leave for the sake of my mental health, which isn’t a complete lie. And as I’m conjuring up my escape plan I make a solid vow to myself “on every birthday, Christmas and mums death I will text them, just so they know I’m okay.

As night starts to draw closer I feel a pain in my chest, knowing I will be leaving my home, the house I was raised in, the house where my mum had given us the best childhood, the house she died in, and the house I had planned to raise my children in. It’s been my safe place these past 8 weeks. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be pregnant and mateless at 18, running away!

As the pack house falls silent, at around 2am I decided now is the best time to leave, i know my father will be asleep and the hallways of the pack house deserted, this is the best time to take the cash, I head to the office and straight to the safe and I take the wad of cash, dad has never told me the code, but it was obviously going to be my mothers birthday. I have no idea how much is there, I just stuff it in my bag and make a hasty exit for the door, I then head towards the main entrance of the house, I know which car I’m heading for. It’s the golf, I know that it’s speedy, and in this moment of need, I need speed to get me out of here as fast as I can! As I reach the drivers side of the car, another thought hits me completely out of the blue… James. The last time I ever uttered a word to him, it was to say he was a monster.

I look up to the pack house one last time, the red brick walls and the smell of the Ivy growing up the front, the gravel under my feel

And the sound of the fountain trickling away next to me. I take it all in. This is the last time I come here I pledge.

I climb into the car and I drive, and so quickly the pack house disappears into my rear view mirror. “ I wonder what time they will realise I’m gone” I think out loud. A lot sooner than I thought as by 5am Mark is constantly ringing my phone and sending message after message. They know I’ve done a runner!