Her Savior Mates

New Home

Sarah's POV

I drag my body into my bedroom and face plant onto my bed before I curl up and sob. This has been the absolute worst day imaginable. When the tears dry, I wipe my face and get up, walking to my parents' room. I flick on their light and stand in the doorway, noticing all of the items that were scattered across the room. Mom always was one to need out all of her outfits in order to style one for the day. I chuckle as I walk into the room and pick up a dress. I begin to hang it on the hanger when I stop, bring it to my face, and inhale. It still smells like her perfume. I hug the dress to my chest and lay down on their bed. I don't have anymore tears to shed, so I lay there until I pass out, comforted by the scent of my parents.

I awake to the feeling of my hair standing on end and I slowly get up and crouch down, getting closer and closer to the door.

"You don't want to wake her up, just grab her and go!" I hear someone whisper. Scared, I back away from the door before quickly slamming it shut and locking it. I look for my phone to call 911 but I must have forgotten it in my bedroom. Think, Sarah. How do I get out of this room?! I look around at the windows, considering which one I might be able to fit through, when a thump rattles the door and knocks me to my knees. I glance back and see that the wood is already splintering. F***, f***, f***! I run to the window and swipe everything off the dresser so that I can get to the latch. As I pull the window up, the door bursts open and I see Tom and someone new burst through. I take that moment to jam my shoulder into the screen to pop it out and go tumbling out the window. Of course I forgot that we live on the 37th floor so I would be tumbling to my death, which makes me start screaming until my foot is caught by a large hand through the window.

Somehow, I think I would rather die.

The man pulls me back up through the window, his eyes a burning blue swirl and his face is contorted into an angry snarl. The pain shoots up my leg and I realize this mother**cker has cut me! Son of a b****! He grabs my face and pulls me toward him.

"You are a stupid, insolent girl. Do NOT do that again." He stabs me with a needle in the neck and the pain begins to become excruciating within seconds. I try to scream and it comes out as a gurgle. Frightened, I try to claw at the man to get him off of me, but I can't get my body to move. Then, my world goes black.

I feel the car before I see it; the bouncing that happens when going down an unpaved road. I try to convince myself that denial would be my best option here so if I refuse to open my eyes, it couldn't be real. I did not just get kidnapped by this random person claiming to be my family and had a literal needle shoved into my neck! I could feel the anger heating my face the more I thought about this sh**ty circumstance and I swear I saw red. I snap open my eyes and lay my eyes on the person closest to me in the backseat. If I am going to get kidnapped, it would not be without a fight. I lunge at the person and grab ahold of their neck and begin squeezing; the adrenaline pumping through my body, making it pulse with energy.

"Let me the f*** go!" I screech, lifting one hand up to ready a punch. My hair gets pulled behind me, tearing at my scalp, as I am pulled almost all the way into the front seat. Louisiana. I seethe.

"Don't you dare touch my children you little b****!" she screams at me, simultaneously going for my face. I get my hands behind her head, grab her hair, and blast my forehead into her nose, gushing blood down my face. Tires screeching, I am violently yanked from the car and tossed to the ground. I feel two kicks to the ribs, leaving me gasping for breath.

"You are a guest in our home, Sarah. Do not make this any worse for you than it needs to be," maybe Tom says. "You will abide by our rules and do as we say or you will be greatly punished. This isn't home sweet home anymore. You're just a disgusting little rogue." He spits on the ground next to me. "Apologize to Ana now or you'll be chained and drug the rest of the way. Your choice."

A rogue? What the hell is he talking about? How dare he kick and threaten me! I swear I am calling the cops the moment I can! I reassure myself. There has to be someone to help me. Pretending I died, I hold my breath and wait for them to just leave me. However, true to his word, Tom wrapped a chain around my wrists and hooked it to the car, then started driving. Quickly, I might add. Now I wouldn't say I'm the best runner, but it is quite hard to run with your wrists bound anyway.

"Are you ready to apologize?" Lousiana calls through the window of the car.

"Hell no!" I answer. Eventually, there will be a town and a police officer and these people will be arrested for breaking and entering, kidnapping, and child abuse. Smirking, I play the scenario in my head while continuing to run with the car. Unfortunately, the driver starts going faster and faster and me being out of shape really starts to kick in. Gasping from lack of air and the pain in my ribs, I don't know how much longer I can make it. Maybe they're taking me out to the middle of nowhere to kill me. Only the lucky victims, I suppose.

Soon, there are running sounds around me and running in the woods are large, snarling, wolves. Already feeling faint, I almost passed out right then, but the tree line broke and we entered into a town. The wolves stop at the opening and stare at me as this car continues to pull me along, albeit a little slower now. I notice that those wolves have the prettiest eyes as I glance back but while I am admiring them, the car halts instantly, sending me into the back windshield.

"Tom, what have you got here?" a concerned sounding feminine voice sings out.

"Just a mutt, Linda. Mind your own," he barks at her.

"Hope you got the Alpha's permission to bring her here," Linda sings as she walks away, observing me while she walks down the path toward a different house.

"Hope you got the Alpha's permission to bring her here," Lousiana mimics Linda while getting out of the car.

"Ana, stop. You can't be rude to her. She will definitely start raising some questions," Tom told Lousiana with some agitation in his voice. He unlocked the chains from the car and uses them to drag me into the home, tripping me whenever possible.

"Home sweet home, Sarah. You're our new little servant. Here are the rules. 1. You will address us sir or ma'am. You don't know us and we don't know you so there will be no familial titles. 2. You only speak when spoken to. If you speak out of turn, you will be punished. 3. You will only leave this house with an escort and you will talk to no one. 4. You only eat when we allow you to eat. If you are caught eating, you will be punished severely. 5. You will hand over your inheritance when you turn eighteen and are granted access to it. Do you understand?"

I scoff, not believing that I am essentially becoming a slave. "Absolutely not. Thanks though!" I say cheerfully. The chains that had been resting in Tom's hands suddenly whip across my face, leaving a white-hot pain behind them. Bringing my hands up to my face in an attempt to soothe the pain, I glare at the man in front of me.

"You cannot make me do anything you say. You're not the boss of me," I snarl out, fury beginning to take hold of my muscles.

"Well let's not let this get out of hand. Louisana, grab the wolfsbane." Wolfsbane? Wtf is he going on about? Lousiana skips back up to Tom with a syringe in her hand. Tom pulls the chains that are still around my wrists and uses a hook coming from the ceiling to trap my arms up. Where the f*** did that come from? I wonder, right before being by a needle again.