The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 6

{Jenna}

What's wrong with him? Why must he cause me all this pain? Why can't I just remember everything that happened before him? I curse my accident. I curse those rogues who attacked me. But, what happened later? 

I struggled to remember everything, which only added to my frustration. The only thing I remember from the attack was that there were four rogue wolves and a man named Benjamin as well as the power I felt during that time. Now, that power has been forgotten and I wanted to recuperate it and find out why and how I had it.

Questions began to swirl in my mind; About Brandon, the attack, my memories, and Brandon's betrayal...How could one look upon someone with so much hatred? Especially, if that one person is their mate. One thing is for sure, he hates me. But, why? Why, why, why, why, why! Too many questions about him and his actions

For me, I just had to get out of that putrid room. To run into the woods and keep running til' I found my haven. And indeed I found it; a crystal clear creek that had an enormous waterfall at its beginning and little fish, eel, crawfish roaming its water. When you jump in at the deepest point you'd find a hidden tunnel at the bottom. If you were to go in you would rise up for oxygen in a cave. I know this because upon my arrival I threw myself into its icy water to forget everything.  

I sat on a dry rock at the side of the creek, watching baby catching play right beside's me. I had a sudden craving for fish. Of course, everyone wants to eat something specific at a time but fish was just weird for me. However, I was no animal to just reach in the water and kill those poor baby fish.

Watching the water swish by was very calming for me. But it left when I smelled him. He was about 1 kilometer away from me and I could hear his running feet pounding through the leaves. My ears perked up at his scen and movement. The pupils of my eyes thinned and I was suddenly put in Brandon's perspective. 

He was panting and was approaching the creek. I could feel that he was agitated...How did I know this? Why was this happening to me? I could smell and hear him from a very far distance and was put in his perspective. Wasn't I just a human?

I was quickly dragged out of my thoughts when a warm but rough hand pulled my wrist. I didn't need the tingles that I felt when touching to know that it was Brandon.

"So here's the little slut," He spat.

"W-what do you want," I stuttered., fumbling with my hands. It clearly annoyed him because he huffed aloud.

"You're coming with me," he muttered, tugging my wrist hard.

"B-but why,? I'm fine here." I respond.

"No, I need you to be with me so you can calm my wolf until I declare Eve Summers as my Luna. To be clear, I hate you. I despise you and I definitely don't love the likes of you." 

"Why?" I whispered. His eyes flickered for a moment before turning back, filled with hatred. This all felt like a bucket of cold water coming down on me. My mate didn't love me. He despises me. He has a mistress. A mistress.....

Tears sprang to my eyes as I reached out to touch his arm, "You don't mean that, right?"

He jumped as if he had been burned, letting go of my wrist. I immediately lost balance and felt my body leaning towards the creek. I expected Brandon to grab me by my waist and save me, so I stretched my arm out helplessly as my hair fluttered against my eyes. 

I found myself with a cruel awakening as my body fell into the icy waters and submerges. I sit up, instantly coughing. I was in a sitting position I always make when I wear dresses and sit down. My hair was in my face and my clothes were tightly pressed against my body, hugging all my curves.

I was crying and looked up into Brandon's eyes. They were filled with lust. But, that couldn't be possible since he just declared his hate for me.

He bent down and picked up my wet figure. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We were just standing there, gazing into each other's eyes until he seemed to snap out of the trance.

He growled aloud that vibrated on my body making me shiver with want and fear. He gripped my waist tightly and flung me onto the shore. My body landed with a loud thump as I was sprawled against the sand.

I whimpered as pain seeped through my bones, making me stumble as I tried to get up again. Brandon reached out for me, his eyes glazed over with pain but they returned to their angry selves as shoved me up rather roughly, gripping me by my arm. I was sure that his big hand would leave a bruise.

Brandon began to run which forced me to run as well since his grip was getting tighter by the second on my arm.

We ran until we arrived at the packhouse. Night had already fallen. The same girl from earlier ran out of the packhouse or should I say palace. I already identified her as Eve Summers, Brandon's mistress. 

She glared at me and I dared to glare back. Jealousy hitting me as it had never before. Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed by Brandon who swiftly turned towards me and slapped me hard. I stumbled backward, tears already falling. I look up at their faces and Brandon's was neutral while Eve's face was smug.

"Baby, let's go! Leave the trash out here!" Eve pouted.

"Guards!" Brandon called out and two well-built men ran up to him.

"Yes, sir?" They both said.

"Have this little rat escorted to her room." 

Hope spread over me because he had given me a room. Maybe, I could still win his heart. But, that hope dissipated when Brandon followed with, "The dungeons."

I whimpered aloud to which he growled at me as the two guards began to lead me to what I knew were the dungeons.

I knew we have entered the dungeons when everything turned dark and reeked of blood and sweat. Fear overtook me as I glanced at the walls. The guards led me further down the dungeons to some cells. My chosen cell was the one at the very end. The darkest and creepiest cell of all.

I pleaded with the guards, "Please, don't do this."

They both looked at me with sympathetic eyes as they closed the cell door behind them and walking away, leaving me alone.

I began to cry, feeling alone, betrayed, and hurt. I stopped however when an eerie voice said from the cell next to me, "Well, hello, Darling."