FOUR: ALPHA SENT US A CAR?

I exhaled in relief as I finally had some room and a window of opportunity to run. “What’s going on?” Natalie asked as she turned to face Sam and then me.

“Babe!” Sam said, pointing at me, “She was trying to persuade me into having a physical relationship with her.”

What?!

Sam’s explanation of the scenario as a whole shocked me. He was on me, not me on him, therefore it didn’t make sense. Nat’s expression changed from confusion to rage at that point, and she snapped her head at me.

“You filthy bitch!” She spat in rage, but Sam stopped her before she could turn into a wolf and charge at me. As if he loved her, he cupped her face.

“Calm down, baby. Why will you get hyper for a whore like her?” he explained. I decided to take advantage of his conversation with her to escape from the place.

I huffed as I made my way through the deserted hallways and out of the building. However, I didn’t stop and continued to race through the streets until I arrived at my house.

My house was not too far from Winterville, so I unlocked the gate and strolled into William’s house while feeling as though my body was about to give out. I approached my porch and knocked on the door.

Only a few seconds later, the door opened, and my mother smiled at me. Her smile faded as she noticed my appearance. I was so eager to get home that I forgot I had been abused only moments before. I didn’t have time to cover up my bruises.

“Get inside,” she commanded sternly as she opened the door wide.

She slammed the door shut behind me as I entered the house. At the sound of it, I jerked and felt as though my heart had sprung out of my chest.

“Did you run into trouble once again?” She questioned with a blank expression on her face. There was a time, she used to gaze at me with warmth on her face.

“I—”

“Don’t lie.” She said and I pursed my lips.

“I’m sorry, mom.” My body began to tremble, and tears were streaming down my eyes, but I remained firm. It served no purpose. Mom refused to come over and hug me to let me know she was there to support me.

“The hod called. You’ve served detention three times now.” I sobbed and clung to the edge of my sweater as she remarked in a chilly voice, “Do you know that if this continues, your CGPA will drop?”

The hod was the short form for the Head of the Department in Winterville. I nodded my head, “I know mom. I am sorry. I will study harder, I promise.” I said, almost pleading.

“Go to your room and freshen up. We have to attend the ball today, so hide those marks. I don’t want people having extra gossip about us.” She said and walked past me, without even sparing a glance at me.

I wiped my face and went upstairs to my room. Once the door was closed, I broke down into a fit of tears and allowed my body to collapse on the floor.

My parents never showed me any love. When I was Sam’s girlfriend, they were content. Being a werewolf’s girlfriend was a great method for humans to rise in social standing.

The fact that I, a human, had a werewolf boyfriend who was also a warrior, made all of our neighbors jealous. It was significant.

It was one of the factors that made it difficult for me to break up with Sam. Although my parents were not financially secure, they received more respect and had easier access to favors when I had Sam.

When I decided to end our relationship, everything changed. Although they did not disagree with my choice, I could see they were also unhappy with it.

My conversations with them were limited to dinnertime only after they ceased talking to me. I held back some of the details of what I went through because I knew they wouldn’t comprehend.

However, when everyone’s demeanor changed since I was no longer a warrior’s girlfriend, things got even worse. My parents were ridiculed and humiliated in front of everyone by Sam’s parents, who took away the privilege that was granted to us.

To correct things, Sam and I spoke. But he didn’t pay attention. Even though there was no evidence, Sam won everyone over because of the false allegations that were being spread about me. My parents were looked down upon, and I was branded as a gold digger.

I had planned to talk to them about it one day, but I overheard my mother expressing regret that I was her daughter. Broken by her words, I have been attempting to win them back ever since.

I sobbed and then sat up straight. My gaze landed on the mirror which replicated my predicament. Because of my tears, the mark on my neck was visible through the concealer. The slap had left a crimson mark on my face, and as I lifted my sweater, I discovered nail marks on my waist. With my garment on, I could conceal the bruises on my body, but I needed to take care of my face.

Sam’s statements, though, worried me more. In addition to becoming physically his, if he marked me as his mate, my body would also develop a relationship with him. If I attempted to flee, it would begin to hurt terribly.

As if I was in any better state.

I had to think of something. I had to prevent Sam from marking me. And for me to do that, I needed to stay away from his grasp. It would be hard to do so in front of the people at the party as I won’t be able to run from him.

I pulled out my cell phone and texted both Jan and Cad in our friend’s ‘Three Bitches’ group. I explained the problem to them and asked for their help in this matter as I knew that whatever I had to do, I couldn’t do it alone.

I dressed in a wine-red evening gown that my mother had purchased for me, in the evening. It fit wonderfully against my curves and had a smooth, velvety touch. My lips were painted matte red to match the outfit, and I let my hair fall to my shoulders.

My mother called my name, and when I went downstairs, I saw my father and my younger brother Aiden, who was dressed in a tuxedo. We made sure to dress as elegantly as we could for this major mating ball.

My mom gauged my appearance and said, “Fine enough. Let us head out.”

Dad looked at me with an uncertain look and gave me a small smile. I smiled back.

I felt like a stranger in my own house.

“Sis, pretty,” Aiden said, looking up at me with his doe-shaped green eyes, the feature he got from mom.

“Aw, thank you. And you look so handsome.” He grinned when I tugged at his cheek, and he wrapped his palm around my finger.

Only Aiden never gave me the impression that he didn’t want me. It was a modest gesture, but it gave me a reason to remain hopeful.

“Aid, come on! Hold my hand.” Mom called him and Aiden shook his head.

“It is fine, I can—” Mom moved towards Aiden and yanked him away from me like I was a plague. I briefly blinked while trying to contain the growing discomfort.

Dad remained silent about the matter and reminded us, “We are getting late. Let’s go.”

I breathed in and followed my parents outside the house. It was dark, with the tube light on the ceiling of the porch the only light illuminating the surroundings.

When I looked down at the street, I noticed a sleek black sedan approaching our gate. A man in what appeared to be an expensive suit got out of the car and stood in front of our gate.

I turned to my father, who shared my confusion, and he walked over to the man. They talked for a while, but I was unable to hear them. After a little while, my dad turned to face us and smiled while beckoning for us to follow.

My mother and I looked at each other before moving toward where they were standing.

“The Alpha has sent this person to escort us to the ball.” My father said, grinning and my mother’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

I frowned. I knew about the rules of the ball and escorting the people to the ball was not mentioned. Also, why would the Alpha send us a car?

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