For the next week, my life followed the same mundane routine.
Wakeup. Stare at the wall. Eat breakfast. Stare at the wall. Pace around the room. Eat dinner. Stare at the wall. Go to bed. Repeat.It was a form of torture to be in this room. Maybe that was my mate's plan this whole time? Drive me mad before rejecting me? Anything is plausible at this point.I curled my fingernails into the baseboard of the wall, scratching a pattern into the weathered wood. The bed in my room has remained unused, instead opting to sleeping on the floor. It started out as fear, not wanting to ruin the sheets when I was dirty. But, by now, it's just what I'm more accustom to.Plus, I feel guilty knowing that somewhere underground Gwen is still sleeping in a moldy, concrete cell eating soggy bread. I can't bare to snuggle up in a bed thinking of her conditions.There's no clock in the room but if I must guess it's some wee hour into the night. I never had a regular sleeping schedule to begin with, but since coming here it hasn't helped. I usually stare at the wall until my eyes are dry and heavy from exhaustion. Eventually, my subconscious takes pity on me and lets me drift into a sleepless slumber.Right now, however, wasn't one of those nights.I was restless. A complete ball of nerves – and I hadn't a fucking clue why. I let out a frustrated sigh, sitting up from the floor to look around the room. It was still as barren as it was when I first got here. My eyes landed on the door, eyeing it suspiciously. Belinda usually kept it unlocked during the day so I could use the bathroom without her escorting me, but at night it was locked. She said she locked it for my own safety – that the night guards are much more aggressive and not fond of strangers on pack lands.I don't know why, but I had the overwhelming urge to try the doorknob. I pulled myself up from my makeshift bed on the floor, smoothing my night shirt down. After my second night here, Belinda had provided me with a few spare sets of clothing. I was currently wearing the same oversized sweater they gave me when I first got here with a pair of soft shorts.I padded across the room, letting my eyes survey my surroundings as if some predator was going to jump out from under my bed and yell at me for my actions. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I just want to go to the bathroom – splash some water on my face to help calm the nerves. They never specifically told me not to leave my room.As if it was fate, when my fingers grazed the doorknob it twisted without resistance. It was unlocked. Surely, that must be a sign.The hallway was dark, only lit up by the moonlight coming in from the occasional window. I realized after my first couple days here that my room was on either the second or third level of the guest house. There was no point in trying to throw myself out the window and make a run for it, because I'd seriously injure myself and get caught without a doubt. My wolf was weak and barely came to the surface unless I was fully shifted, so agility is not one of my strong suits.I carefully shut my door, not wanting to alert anyone of my absence. I had committed the journey to the bathroom to memory. I counted in my head the floorboards as I passed them, making sure to turn at number fifteen. I got to the bathroom untouched, safely locking myself behind the door.A shallow breath escaped me as soon as the door closed. I hadn't realized I was holding it until I was safely at my destination. I quickly went to work splashing cold water on my face. It wasn't the magical answer I was searching for, but it helped do the trick. Looking up from the sink, I peaked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, grimacing as I did so.During my stay in the cells, I didn't acquire much damage. Thanks to Gwen's advice, I was always silent and kept towards the back of the cell. Since I didn't challenge any of the guards, I never got punished. The only scratch I received during my time in the cells was my Cleaning Day scar. It was fully closed, but the new skin was raised and a slightly pinker color than my normal complexion. The curved line was situated at the bottom of my left cheek, nearing the edge of my chin.It would likely permanently scar my face.I didn't want to look at the scar anymore. I shut the faucet off, turning the lights of the bathroom off as well. I was careful to close the door softly before beginning my journey back to my room. I once again began to count the floorboards to guide me back to the room, keeping my gaze on the ground so I didn't miss a step in the dark.6...7...8....I was so preoccupied keeping track of where I was, I didn't anticipate the attack. One second, I was tiptoeing back to my room, the next I was pressed against the wall with an hand wrapped around my throat.I gasped for air, my hands immediately coming to claw at my attackers arm out of instinct."Intruder." He snarled at me, his face uncomfortably close to my own. He was clearly a pack guard based on his attire – and an aggressive one, at that. My mind quickly remembered Belinda's warning about the aggressive night guards. I was foolish to think I wouldn't run in to one.I choked on my lack of air, digging my nails into his forearm. "I'm...not!" I managed to gasp out, continuing to struggle against him. "Guest...I'm a...guest." I continued to spit out fragmented words, hoping he would at the very least let up his grip so I could explain who I was.If anything, his grip tightened. He pressed the palm of his hand into my throat, his fingers digging into my skin as he did so. He leaned into the choke hold, using his taller height to an advantage as my feet dangled from the floor. I kicked out from underneath me, flailing my feet to get out of his grip."Liar," He hissed at me.I was starting to see black splotches in my vision. I dug my nails harder into his arm, puncturing the skin and drawing blood. "Belinda!" I croaked through my choking, hoping by some miracle that the older wolf lived in the house and would hear me.The pack guard hissed as I dug my nails into his skin, "Bitch!"The determination in his eyes was unnerving. His canines peaked through as he growled, applying an almost bone crushing amount of pressure to his hold. And then, suddenly, it was gone.The pack guard was ripped from my body, sent flying across the hallway. I crumbled to the floor, gasping for air. I barely registered the deep growl emitted through the hallway – I was too focused on breathing again. I crawled to all fours, desperately dry heaving to get air back in my lungs."Do not touch what is not yours." He snarled at the pack guard, his voice animalistic with anger. "Now, leave before I kill you."As soon as I gained control of my breathing again, I was suffocated by his scent. Burnt firewood and fresh leather. It assaulted my senses all at once.There was a beat of silence before the guard scrambled to his feet. "My apologies, Alpha." He was quick to retreat, not bearing a second glance in my direction.The asshole could have apologized for choking me out.I remained on all fours, slowly trying to calm my erratic breathing. The second I felt like it was back to normal, I caught a whiff of his scent hovering over me and it started again. His gaze was lethal as he stared into my back. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.Apprehensively, I looked up at him through my lashes. He stood in the middle of the hallway; his posture as stiff as the last time I saw him. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants hanging deliciously low on his hips. Why he was here, I had no idea, but I wasn't complaining. If he didn't show up, I surely would have been left for dead all because I wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.My gaze found his own, trapping me in his stare. He held my gaze for a few fleeting moments before he let out a low growl and began to advance towards me. Without warning, he grabbed me by the forearm and hauled me up as he began his silent journey down the hallway. I was dragged like a limp ragdoll by his side. Tantalizing sparks of electricity danced where our skins touched, yet neither of us acknowledged them.He threw the door open to my room with no care of the noise. The room flooded with light as he flicked the switch, sending the door slamming backwards and trapping us in.It was the first time I was alone with him.He was seething with anger, that much was clear. He stood in front of the door, his chest heaving with every breath."Well, are you going to fucking explain yourself?"I flinched at his tone, taking an apprehensive step backwards. "What do you mean?" I squeaked; my voice embarrassingly raw still from the attack."Are you kidding me?" His voice raised, his fist clenching by his sides. "If you're going to try to run away, at least try harder next time.""Stop yelling at me! I wasn't trying to run away." I surprised even myself with the outburst. I was burnt out from this whole ordeal. I was already driving myself mad with anxiety being trapped in this room, not to mention I just got attacked. I didn't need this as well to add to it."Liar!" He took a step towards me, his voice still slightly warped from his wolf's anger.It was the second time tonight I was being called a liar and frankly, I was over it."Leave me alone!" I yelled as he took another step towards me. I could feel the anxiety creeping up my throat and the panic attack beginning to settle in my chest. I tried to calm my breaths but it wasn't working. He became a blurry vision in front of me, clouded by the tears burning my vision. "I just wanted to use the bathroom; I swear."He didn't leave like I demanded. We stood in front of each other, letting the silence fill the room as neither of us spoke. The only things that could be heard were his panting breaths and my pathetic sniffles as I tried to stop the tears.After a few more moments, his breathing returned to normal. He was still a blurry image in front of me as he took an advancing step forward, getting closer and closer. I used the back of my sweater to wipe away my tears, stumbling backwards to get away from him. He continued to follow me, not stopping until I felt the side table next to the bed hit my hip.He was so close, it was suffocating. That seemed to be a common theme with him. Everything about him was suffocating – his scent, his presence, his dominance. It was all a lot.He reached a hand out towards my face. My body flinched on its own accord, causing a growl to rumble through his chest. His fingers wrapped around my jaw, surprisingly soft compared to the anger radiating off him. The pads of his fingers were calloused and rough as he tilted my jaw up slightly, bowing his head down to examine me.It dawned on me that he was looking at my neck.My jaw was numb from his electrifying touch. I stayed silent as he continued his examination, letting his grip go from my jaw to trail a finger along my throat to check for any damage. Besides the bruising that was already forming around the base of my neck, it was fine. His finger lingered on my skin for a moment before he pulled away, putting some much-needed space between us.The air was heavy in the room and I couldn't shake the feeling of his hands on me."You should go to bed." He averted his eyes from me, keeping his gaze above my head. His voice was back to its normal tone, no longer mixed with his wolf's. He stared for another fleeting moment before retreating, lingering by the door with it half-open. He spared one last glance in my direction, "Don't leave the room."A familiar click signaled him leaving and the door locking. A sound I had come unfortunately used to by now.♕ The Imperious Pack ♕I was sitting on my bed, braiding the loose threads from the throw blanket to keep myself busy. No matter how hard I tried, sleep wouldn't find me last night. I was once again a ball full of neurotic energy that couldn't be calmed down.I woke up early this morning before Belinda had even come to drop off my breakfast. The door was still locked, so I couldn't freshen up but I opted to change out of my sleepwear to get a head start to my day.I didn't wait much longer until I heard the familiar three knocks, signaling her arrival. Belinda came into frame, her salt and pepper hair pulled away from her aging face. Unlike most days, she didn't have a tray in her hands."You're up early." She noted, an eyebrow quirking upwards. "Would you like to go for a walk?"My lips parted in surprise at her question. I hadn't been allowed to leave the room all week except for using the bathroom. I didn't know what randomly made them want to let me have some freedom, but I wasn't
♕ Dotty ♕I'm not sure what I realistically was expecting when I walked through those doors.Maybe Alpha Benji would be waiting for me with a pitchfork, ready to run me out of the pack after rejecting me. Perhaps he would be sitting at the table, devouring a breakfast of raw meat from his enemies – which, to be fair, is a rumor that they whisper down in the cells.What I wasn't expecting, however, was to walk into a small room where three wolves already sat around a dining table, peacefully chatting like any normal morning."Ah, finally, you came. I'm starving and he's making us wait until we all got here to start." Alaric noticed me first, jabbing his fork toward Benji to signal who he was talking about.I followed his line of direction, making eye contact with the Alpha. I could feel my cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Memories from last night came rushing into my mind at once. The spark of electricity when he touched my skin. The sound of the door locking behind us. The way hi
His words sobered me up, erasing whatever tension that remained in the room. He gestured his hand out towards the set of plush chairs tucked in the corner of his office. I apprehensively took a seat on the chair closest to the door, tucking my feet underneath me as I settled in the chair.Benji lowered himself in the chair adjacent from me, linking his hands together and leaning his elbows on his knees to stare at me. He didn't waste any time beating around the bush – he was direct as he got straight to the point of the conversation."Belinda is moving your belongings from the guest pack house. You will no longer be staying there."I tried my best not to react to his words. I mean, I wasn't that surprised. Afterall, I knew my situation was just too good to be true. Why would he keep me locked up in his guest pack house when it should be occupied by real guests? I was just a stranger in this pack."And where will I be staying, then?" I thread my fingers together in my lap, picking at m
"Interesting...I wonder why he did that..." He hummed, furrowing his eyebrows before physically shaking whatever was troubling him from his head. "We can move on. What former pack did you belong to?"I thought about voicing the real reason on why I was pulled from the lineup. I was the Alpha's mate, after all – the rightful Luna to this pack. But I didn't. Alpha Benji clearly didn't want people to know who I was to this pack and I wasn't going to fight him on it.It'll only lead to more embarrassment when I am eventually rejected."The Sandstone Pack." I spoke softly, fondly thinking back to spending my time at my old pack chasing the children through the land after nap time. My time there wasn't perfect, but it was better than here."Beautiful pack grounds there," He hummed, nodding his head. "I see here on your file that you are an Omega. When was the last time you shifted?""Um...I don't know – maybe a year or two?"His dark eyebrows furrowed, looking up from his file with a look o
I woke up with a start. The room was still dark, barely illuminated by the early morning light. I wasn't normally an early riser, but I had fallen asleep rather early yesterday. A stale smell found its way into my nostrils, causing me to crinkle my nose. I was still dressed in yesterday's clothes and my hair was greasy.Yuck. I silently praised Belinda when I noticed the pile of clothing left in the corner of the room. I retrieved a set of clothes before retreating to the attached bathroom. There was an assortment of standard hygiene products in the bathroom that I assumed were for me. If not, they were now.After thoroughly cleaning myself up, I opted to wear a pair of dark wash jeans and a simple t-shirt. My hair was soaking wet and with no source to help dry it, I quickly braided it down to the middle of my back to get it out of my face. I cautiously opened my door, listening for any sounds around the house to show life.The house was silent but there was a faint glow of light from
The remainder of the afternoon quickly came and went. Time flew by while I was entertained by Dotty's antics. She was a character and nothing like her brother. It was refreshing to be around someone in this pack that acted normal and didn't treat me like a pet. She insisted on giving me a full tour of the house, rambling on about how I needed to be comfortable in my new home. Dotty was brave in her tour, throwing open the door of his private office to show me the inside. I managed to convince her to leave his room alone. I didn't want our scents all over his private sectors when I was told to stay away.Dotty's tour eventually came to an end at the living room couch. The hum of the TV provided background noise as we talked over it. Dotty insisted we play a game to get to know each other, which is how we settled on 21 questions."What's your favorite food?" I knew it was a boring question to ask, but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries. Dotty didn't seem like someone who would care
Before I knew it, a week had flown by in his home.It wasn't as bad as I expected, but it still wasn't rainbows and butterflies. I followed the same mundane routine everyday like clockwork, rarely straying from it. I quickly caught on to the fact that Benji was an early riser, something I am not. Everyday he gets up no later than seven am to start his day before going into the pack house. I'm not sure what pending documents await him that he needs to be there so early, but he always comes back drained from the long day.Because of his schedule, I've rarely seen him. In fact, the only time I see him is during dinner. There isn't much to discuss at meals when I don't leave the house, so our conversations are as stale as cardboard cake. Being cooped up with a door to freedom so close has left me antsy to escape. I wouldn't dare, though. I'm not stupid. I know he has people watching me.He's never said there were guards, but he doesn't say a lot of things. I can just sense them. When you'
The murmur of conversation in the room halted at my arrival. I was hoping I'd be able to sneak in unannounced, but that seemed to be wishful thinking. It was the same small room where we ate lunch the first time. The only difference this time around was that the round table was completely full, besides the one vacant seat next to Benji whose eyes were already focused on me.He silently motioned me forward and I followed his unspoken command. I focused on the shuffling of my feet as I slid into the seat next to him, trying to ignore all the curious eyes watching my every move. It felt like I was an animal trapped at a zoo, there to entertain the viewers.I shook the thought from my mind, turning my head ever so slightly to face him. "Hi.""Hello." He responded, his blue eyes searching my face for a moment before turning to address the rest of the people sitting at the table. "This is Aria, for anyone who isn't aware."I tried not to zero in on the way he addressed me. He introduced me
Benji flanked my side the entire way to the pack house. He slowed his strides, trailing closely next to me as we abandoned the silent sanctuary we inhabited to enter the main portion of the pack. I had gotten used to the heated stares, quick but curious, whenever I walked in the pack with one of their superiors. The stares were always worse with Benji, but he paid no mind. All he had to do was send one lazy sideway glance to a peeping pack member, and they would all scatter in fear. He was quick to leave me, mumbling something about having to get this conversation over with. His hands skimmed along the length of my arm for a fleeting moment as a goodbye, before turning on his heel to leave me with two wolves following my shadow. I stood in front of the familiar door he had left me at, knowing I was in good company, even if it wasn't him. I didn't bother to knock, retching the door open. Gwen didn't seem that surprised, not having many people to expect as a visitor. Her lips curled
I stare at him for a moment, gulping. Was he being serious? He wants me to attack him? I had asked for basic self defense skills, not to become a sparring warrior. Even if Dotty had trained me well, which she hadn't, I still wouldn't pose an ounce of a threat to Benji, of all people. "I, uh, um – I think Dotty may have exaggerated just a bit, about my..."His sudden laugh interrupts me, catching me off guard. Benji's nonchalant expression morphs to one of mildamusement, eyeing me. He interjects, "Stop, relax. I'm just joking." I furrow my eyebrows, clearly not getting his sense of humor. He continues, "Dotty told me your training sessions haven't been that fruitful. I was just joking.""Joking, huh...that's a new one." I take a deep breath to laugh off my previous indication, taking advantage of his good mood to tease him. "Yeah? Want to hear another joke?" Benji scoffs, gesturing to the floor. "Fifty push-ups. Now." "Oh, stop being such a grouch.""Now." Something is telli
I'm not sure exactly what I'm expecting when I open the door. But, one thing I definitely wasn't expecting, was a shirtless Benji to be greeting me. Standing in the middle of the entryway leaning against the back of the couch is Benji, shirtless in all his glory. He's clad in only black athletic shorts hanging almost dangerously too low on his hips and a pair of running sneakers. His head is downturned, distracted by whatever message he's furiously responding to on his phone. Always busy with pack business. He types away for a few moments before carelessly tossing his phone to the couch, looking up to finally acknowledge my presence. "Is that what you're wearing?"The heat that spreads quickly throughout my cheeks is humiliating at his simple comment. I shift the weight on my feet, glancing down at the simple outfit I had worn to the daycare. It was almost identical to every outfit I wore, yet he never complained before."You want me to change for dinner?" I ask incredulously,
♕ Aria ♕ "Well, well...look who we have here. I was starting to think one of the pups scared you away." Elise smiles from her spot in the center of the daycare. The echoing noise of the door gave my arrival away, announcing to not only Elise, but Noah, that I was back. With Dotty's 'training', it had pulled me away from the daycare center. While I had missed Elise's warm energy and the constant changing day with the pups, I welcomed the break. Ever since my unsettling encounter with Noah, I had been finding it harder to shake my unresolved nerves. I thought Dotty teaching me how to defend myself would help, but that didn't work out as well as I had planned. "And let them win? Never." I smile. Elise was quickly distracted by the arrival of the pups, deserting me with a simple wave. Noah stood rooted in his spot, leaning against the wall with a box full of crafts in his hands. He was dressed more professionally today, wearing slacks and a button down. From the corner of my eye,
( THIRD P.O.V ) Benji didn't like her spending so much time with his sister. It irked him more then he would care to admit. Was he jealous of her? It was a foreign concept to him, to be envious of his childish sister. But, a nasty territorial side of him surely was. He would rather it be him with her. Training her. Teaching her. But he couldn't. He didn't trust himself around her like that, in his wolf form. It had been getting harder to reason with his wolf as the promise of a threat grew by each day. They were both desperate to protect her, but had different ideas on how to. Where as Benji would prefer to keep her locked away in a guarded home, his wolf was needy to claim her. To warn people in his path that she was his, and anyone that hurt her would face the consequences. He was fighting an uphill battle with himself, and the growing threat wasn't helping. Devin Berkshire was just the beginning of a rebellion Benji was interested in humoring. There had been talk of escaped r
The gravel path turned to worn down grass as we got further and further away from Benji's property. The first thing I noticed was the noise - grunts, growls, and a chorus of commands. My strides stalled for a moment as Dotty continued to tug us towards the commotion. "Dotty..." I warned, eyeing her carefully. "I'm not sure I like whatever you have in mind for inspiration. Maybe we should just go back to you beating me up in Benji's backyard." "I do not beat you up!" She looked mildly offended, rolling her eyes. "And besides, we're already almost here. It'll be fun." A thunderous growl followed her words, echoing off the forest walls. Where I saw it as a warning sign, it only fueled Dotty's eagerness to stride forward. Dotty immediately noticed my hesitation, my heels digging into the earth, kicking up dirt in our path. "Don't worry. It's just the warriors." Dotty quickly explained, pulling on our arms again. "They're training today. I thought you might like to watch." This c
══════════════════ The morning air was sharp against my cheeks as I pushed open the back door. Like I expected, Dotty sat perched in the backyard, sitting criss-cross on the grass floor. She perked up as I got closer, turning to smile at me, waving enthusiastically. "Aria! Nine a.m sharp, wow. I would say I'm impressed by how prompt you are, but that seems pretty fitting for you." Her gaze flickered to the now shut back door before bouncing back to my approaching figure. "Is Alpha Dumbass coming out to say hello?" I cringed at her comment, knowing fully-well that she was still in ear shoot of Benji who had only left a few minutes before me. "I thought you said you weren't mad at him anymore." I shook my head slightly, offering her hand to help her up. A few days had passed since the breakfast incident, yet Dotty's anger still lingered. She promised me she would let it go, but it didn't seem that likely with her constant need to jab at him for it any chance she got. It was situati
♛ THIRD PERSON P.O.V ♛ The night before... The mildew scent clings to the cell walls, making the air thick and hard to swallow. There are so many different scents lingering underground: unfamiliar wolves, sweat, piss, and blood. So much blood. The iron aroma is so potent - so raw - that it makes the pack guards choke on their own saliva. They can taste it when they gulp, as if it's their own blood their smelling. But it's not their blood. It's Devin Berkshire's. A twenty-four year old wolf from the Sapphire pack. He's a prisoner who's always had a smart mouth on him, but never tested his luck. A sharp gaze that tracked your every move as he lurked in the back of his cell. He never went out of his way to make the new people feel welcomed. If anything, he was the first person to shove them to the front of the crowd when it came down to selecting for Cleaning Day. His philosophy was survival of the fittest. He wasn't down here to make friends. He had plenty of friends on the outside
The room was painfully silent as my question festered in the air. For a moment, all I could hear was Benji's labored breathing as he tried, and failed, to control his reaction. A snarl ripped through his chest, breaking the noise. "That's enough." He snapped, standing up from his seat so suddenly it screeched against the floor. "We're leaving." I hesitated, frozen in my seat. I had expected him to get mad, sure, but I didn't expect this level. When I didn't get up right away, he pulled on the back of my chair, startling me. "I said, we're leaving." He repeated through clenched teeth.Dotty got up before I did, thrusting herself between us. "Aria may be too nice, but I won't hesitate to rip your throat out if you keep this attitude with her." "Attitude?" He scoffed, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. "Go back to playing dress-up or whatever you do with your free time. I don't need you to lecture me on how to talk to my mate.""Are you in heat or something? Your