My Surprise Mate

Ophelia of the Silver Star pack sat in front of the pack healer, slack jawed.  “It’s not possible” she said, in disbelief. “There’s no way.”  “It’s a great honour for a Luna to be blessed with her Alpha’s child. What’s wrong?” the healer asked. Ophelia just shook her head. She would not ruin her mate’s reputation by telling the pack healer about the abuse she has faced. Not that she would believe her. How many times has Ophelia come to her in search of poppy milk for pain. How many times has the healer tended to her wounds. Ophelia’s wolf hasn’t been around for months now, too upset to even come out to heal her.  When Ophelia met her mate a few months ago on her 19th birthday, she was over the moon. It was every young she-wolf’s dream to be fated to an alpha. She was so in love, so grateful to the goddess for honouring her with an alpha mate, she didn’t stop to think about the fact that the Alpha was twice her age, and had a reputation for violence. She was in love. They mated and marked eachother almost immediately, not caring who else in the pack house heard. But only a few weeks later, the abuse began.  And now she sits in front of the pack healer, currently bruised and wounded, to find that she is pregnant with the Alpha’s child. She can’t leave her mate. Now that they’ve marked eachother it would kill her to reject him. Especially without the strength of her wolf. As horrible as it is, she still loves her mate. Curse the goddess for fating her to this wolf.  She could reject him, cut ties completely. But she would be forced to become a rogue or join a new pack. She was an Omega, no new pack would accept her. And without her wolf she wouldn’t be strong enough as a rogue. She couldn’t leave. But she couldn’t stay. She couldn’t let her child grow up with a father so vile. A mother so weak. And a pack that doesn’t care about their suffering.  Ophelia heard a voice inside her, “We have to leave. For the pup.” It was Twilight, her wolf. Finally resurfacing after all these months. Returning to give her the strength to leave. So it was decided. Ophelia and Twilight would leave the pack and run. Alpha Xavier would find them, their mark being impossible to hide from him, but perhaps she could have her child before he did.  “We are a month along, we can stay for maybe another month before Xavier notices. Then we must leave.” Twilight tells her.  A month later, Twilight and Ophelia are on the run. They have three days before Xavier will come looking, they told him there was a family emergency in another pack. Her sister was fated to a wolf from a pack in Oregon, and she used that as a ruse to get a head start. They knew they would have to get as far as possible in these three days, and leave as little paper trail as possible. For the next 8 months, the two would have to be constantly on the move, always one step ahead of their mate. “For the pup” they told themselves, over and over again.  Finally, the due date came. Alpha Xavier was in the city. There wasn’t much time. Her water had already broken, she was in labour.  “Twilight, is it possible to run to the next city. Xavier is too close. He’ll smell the birth on me.” Ophelia asks. She’s waiting near the closest hospital.  “No. The pup is too close. Maybe the next hospital, but not the next city.”  “It’ll have to do.” Ophelia changes her clothes into a clean pair she had just bought today, hoping her scent wouldn’t be too strong. She left her old ones near the hospital, praying to the goddess that it would throw off her mate. Then she let Twilight take over, with her wolf strength to get them to the next hospital. When her daughter was born, all Ophelia wanted to do was hold her. But she couldn’t. Twilight was screaming inside her that Xavier was close. She had to run. Twilight put all her strength into healing Ophelia quickly, and they ran. The hospital staff tried to stop her, but they were no match for her wolf’s speed and strength. Even an omega wolf like herself was faster and stronger than a human. She knew her Alpha would find her, and didn’t care. It honestly pained her to be away from her mate for this long, the only thing getting her through it was her constant mantra of “For the pup.”  All that Ophelia left in the human world was her pup. Her pup, and a note scribbled on a napkin.  Her name is Avalon