"Mate" Fragrance secret revealed

Amelia's Pov 

Three days later  

I stood in the dark corner of the poorly lit room as I watched my mum sleep in the cramped room, which was no different from a Sauna.

I was in a difficult situation, school was off-limits.

Mr. Henry made things worse for me, he wouldn't let me go anywhere. 

After I passed out, he got into a fight with the beta and was humiliated. Since then he was always in a heated argument with my mom. Claiming she had deceived him, seems they both were hiding something from me.

She hardly stayed at home to avoid pissing him, and that gave him the right to do whatever he pleased with me.

He would accuse me of humiliating him, I was in a terrible position. I was subjected to physical and psychological abuse and was now facing accusations of destroying his property. He didn't want to believe I was abused and raped. 

I was hurt and frustrated by his lack of belief. He always claimed Chris supported me because he was more than just a friend.

But I believe Chris's primary reason was that he believed me and understood that I was a victim of rape. No matter how complex the situation was, his support was a sign of trust, respect, and care.

In addition to this, Mr. Henry began forcing me into sexual relationships with his friends in exchange for compensation for the damages done to the house. 

Today, Chris was going to pick his mate and I decided to honor the invite, not minding how Mr. Henry would react to me going to the pack house.

   

As I stood by the wall staring at my mum, I prayed silently to the goddess for me to be the future luna of the pack like Chris had promised.

Earlier, invites were sent to the maidens of our pack, exempting daughters from the family of defaulters.

Mr. Henry was glad as he made me work extra hours at his bar. While at the bar, Chris tried linking me but I kept blocking him off. 

It was a surprise when his Second Beta Sam appeared with a package and an invite. 

"I don't want to disobey the orders of the Luna, I have caused enough trouble, I'm the daughter of a defaulter, remember?" I said as he let out a small smile.

"Your father was never a defaulter, we both know that," Sam said, handing the bags to me.

"Mr. Henry is also my dad." I spat.

"I don't mind, Chris demands your presence. " He said, turning to leave. 

I knew Mr. Henry would try to stop me from attending the pack house and my mum would support him to be in his good book, so I decided to drug him, hoping my mum had her shift that night, but unfortunately, she was home. 

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It was a perfect time. I put on the dress Chris sent, it was tight and revealing, not my type of dress but I didn't have an option as I slid into it. 

Tiptoeing to the last room, I caught a glimpse of him laying on the floor, a spark of rage running through me.

His sight was nauseous as I turned to leave, if I spent one more minute there I might end up taking his life.

I walked down the creaking passageway and discovered he had locked the door, and I couldn't find the key.

What was he up to? I thought as I quietly walked back to my room.

It was late and Chris would be waiting for me, so I decided to take the risk and go through the window. On opening the window I was welcomed by the strong smell of liquor, I knew my dad's friends were still out drinking their lives away. I decided to be careful, and not get caught when I stepped on the broken glass in the process.

"Not again," I whispered 

"Who's there?" The loud voice of Pete, my dad's friend, thundered as I stood wincing in pain, not trying to make a sound.

I stood like a statue, hoping he wouldn't find me, but he did. 

"Hmm." He huffed standing before me and letting out an evil grin.

"I would recognize that scent even in death." He said as I felt the sting of his slap across my eyes.

At that moment, I hated myself more. I was so weak and submissive. He pulled me by my hair as I let out muffled sounds. I didn't want a situation where my mum would wake up to see me with the men she had warned me to stay clear of and in revealing clothes too. 

I was devastated, as he threw me to the ground, ruining my gown.

"Do you mind telling me where you were headed?" He probed belching in my face as his friends laughed.

I watched in horror as he walked towards me with this lustful look.

"Not again, not now," I whispered.

"What are you doing out here, dressed like this?" He probed as I felt my throat go dry.

I knew they wanted something from me, and if I didn't give in to them, Mr. Henry would forcefully throw me to them the next day.

"What do you all want from me?' I said crawling backward.

"What we've always had!" A man my Grandparents' age whispered. 

I knew that the more time I spent here, the more their sexual desires would increase. I decided to take a run for it, not realizing it was the full moon. 

I ran aiming for the woods, hoping to lose them, not minding the thorns before me, as I tried getting to Chris.

Suddenly the cries of wolves behind sent chills down my spine, despite being drunk and their wolves so sickly, they were still faster than I was.

I hid behind a rock, as they ran past me. Just when I had thought it was all over and decided to take a peep, I was caught by Pete's Brown and Grey wolf as he shifted immediately, pinning me down in the process.

"Let me go!" I yelled in agony as his friends walked towards me with evil grins plastered on their faces.

I closed my eyes in agony as he ripped my clothes, his penis bulging between my thighs. 

I silently prayed for a miracle, when an inner voice suddenly yelled "Mate" with the scent of freesia in a damp moss, mixed with a moonflower, filling the air as I opened my eyes, determined to get a glimpse of my savior.

His silver eyes which shone brightly aided by the brightness of the full moon had seared into my eyes, almost branding them with its dazzling light.

My eyes adjusted to the brightness slowly and I caught a glimpse of a scar before he turned away, handing me to a guard. 

I was tempted to touch it and know what had happened to him, but I was already lifted onto the lap of his guard. 

"Take her to the pack house." 

His Voice was like an angelic melody, with a soft and gentle quality. It was so comforting and calming, that it made me feel at peace and fully reassured. 

I felt safe as we rode to the pack house. The sound of the hooves rang in my ears as I kept my eyes fixed on him.