Fleeing With The Alpha's Heir

BACK TO REALITY

KATE

I was saved from having to answer to the Alpha when we suddenly heard footsteps scampering towards us.

My heart raced frantically in my chest as I hurried to adjust the mask over my face. I was not on the Invite list and gods knew just how much trouble I’d be in if anyone else saw me.

I finished just at the right time, for a woman suddenly approached us, her heavenly smell and piercing gaze instantly making me know who she was.

Luna Silvana Kincaid.

Alpha Kincaid’s mother.

Thank the gods that I had fixed that mask in time, for the woman did not like me.

Not especially after I had broken her favorite china.

Being already used to her modus operandi, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had me disgraced and humiliated before tossing me out onto the streets. Fortunately for me though, with the full-face mask I had on, all I got was a curious gaze as the Luna looked me up and down, suspicion etched on her regal face—well the part that was visible through her mask.

“And who do we have here?” She asked her son, her tone cold and inquisitive.

She could probably sniff the poverty rolling off of me in waves and was wondering what her son was doing here alone with me.

Rich people had that knack after all.

Alpha Kincaid cleared his throat, straightening in his dark, regal, evening clothes, alpha aura rolling off him in waves, “She’s no one of importance, Mother,” He answered smoothly, his voice steady, “Now, whatever were you looking for me for?”

Mother and son distanced themselves away from me a bit and I actively took advantage of their momentary distraction to slip away before anyone could stop me or even worse, notice me.

My mind kept spinning as I walked home, leaving the party that seemed like it was just getting livelier behind.

The Alpha’s harsh words kept playing in my head, taunting me, mocking me.

No one of importance.

That was who I was to him.

I knew he had probably said it to protect me from his mother’s wrath, to keep her from unleashing her anger on the uninvited guest who had ruined one of her favorite pieces the last time she had been in her presence…

But that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Because deep down, even I knew that no matter how harsh or painful it was to hear, it really was the truth.

I was no one of importance.

And the sooner I accepted that and got used to it, the better it’d be for me.

By the time I reached the house, I was emotionally and physically spent.

What had started as a night full of promise and daring had turned into a painful reminder of where I actually stood in this world, but somehow, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t hurt like it normally did.

I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I found that the lights in the house were all off.

It meant Shauna and Shane had turned in for the night and Melody was probably still at the party or with her friends.

I took off my flats and tried to slip into the house undetected, but when I opened the door, to my surprise and horror, Melody stood right on the other side of it, her eyes gleaming with excitement and malice as we made eye contact.

Why was she back early?

Melody never came home the same day when she went out, and I was at the party… it was way too turnt up to make her leave, so what was she doing here?

The air was tense with silence as we continued to stare at one another, me with fear in my eyes, hers reflecting her excitement at my unfortunate predicament.

And so you can imagine my surprise and confusion when she suddenly slammed the door shut in my face, the keys clicking loudly once, twice, as she locked me out.

Oh, the foolish brat!

I had expected her to at the very least ask me where I had been, but I had gotten none of that.

I was so going to kill her if I got my hands on her.

Oh, I knew exactly what she was doing.

She wanted me to knock on the door and ask to be let in so she could make a fuss and wake up her parents just so I’d be in trouble… and given everything I had done tonight to get out of the house, I knew without a doubt that I’d be in a lot of trouble indeed.

I’ll be very frank with you, I’d rather die than grovel and beg at Melody’s feet, especially when I knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t amount to anything even if I tried.

And so I continued to stand there, staring at the closed door, feeling surprisingly numb.

I knew I was screwed, that even if I managed to evade it for the night, morning would come with its very own set of torments, but someway, somehow, I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

I was too drained and giddy to think about that.

The adrenaline from my almost perfect night still coursed through my veins, keeping every other emotion at bay, and I thankfully took advantage of that to stumble into the garden, still feeling detached, almost as if I were floating above it all.

I found a small patch of grass and curled up there, using a moss-covered rock as a pillow.

This was no cozy bed, but it was going to have to do for the night.

It wasn’t like the one I had in my room was any better anyway.

As I lay there, staring up at the bright stars, I told myself I’d deal with everything that came my way tomorrow.

Tonight was for dreaming…

For thinking about my wonderful night…

Dreaming about all the fairy-tale perfect ways it could have ended.

I settled into a deep sleep after that, and for the first time in what was probably forever, I did it with a smile of contentment on my face.

***

Morning came much quicker than I expected, and I wouldn’t even have known had it not been for the sharp yank on my hair that woke me up with a start.

I opened my mouth to give whoever that was a piece of my mind, but all the words died out in my mouth at the sight of Shauna staring down at me, her eyes blazing with fury.

Oh.

“You stupid b***h!” She spat, her voice venomous. “You tried to kill me last night, didn’t you?” She growled at me in righteous indignation. “Well, I’m going to make you wish you never gave me that drink!”

Kill her?

What was she even talking about?

“Mother, please, wait—”

But I was too weak to fight her off as she charged at me with superhuman strength, throwing me to the ground.

I curled into a ball, trying to protect myself, enduring the blows in silence as I covered my vital areas.

It was the only line of defense I had left, considering that I was fighting with someone who was currently channeling all of her wolf’s energy into pummeling me black and blue.

If only I had my wolf, then perhaps, this would have been a fair fight, but seeing as it still hadn’t shown, and I was practically human, I was unfortunately outnumbered.

The loud commotion drew Melody and her father out into the garden, and for a moment, my heart calmed in relief at the thought of being rescued any minute, but the helpless look Shane gave me, coupled with the excited one his daughter shot me soon had that light dying out in my chest.

I had forgotten.

Shane was afraid of his wife.

And as for his daughter, I’m sure I didn’t need to explain exactly what she thought of me.

No one was coming to my rescue.

And the sooner I got that into my head, the quicker I could give in to this so it would be over.

Shauna dragged me all over the place to her heart’s satisfaction, but just when she finally began to tire, and I thought it was all over, Melody stepped in, kicking me with a viciousness that took my breath away. “That’s for wearing my dress, you filthy rat!” She snarled at me, her voice dripping with contempt.

I smiled sadistically, spitting out blood as I willed myself not to show just how much I was in pain. “Ah… typical Melody,” I tsked in amusement, “Always getting people to deal with the hard parts for her. You should have taken me on before your Mother, we both know I would have gotten some mean hits in, probably ruined that pretty face too while I was at it.”

My retort only drew out her wolf, making her hit me harder.

I was on the verge of passing out when, all of a sudden, I heard a voice… cold, deep, sharp, and commanding as it sliced through the air like a blade. “What the hell is going on here?”

I promise you, at that moment, everything just stopped.

All of us froze, and in a synchrony that was almost hilarious, we all turned at the exact same time, only to find Alpha Kincaid and an entourage of people standing at the edge of our garden.

His mother, the former Beta, and his son, Travis… who I had heard was the Alpha’s best friend and the new Beta, and several other people who I assumed were pack warriors.

On any normal day, I would have been giddy with excitement at the fact that, after years of begging for justice, the Moon Goddess and the fates had finally heard my plight, but now that that moment was here, I couldn’t help but actually be sorry for the people who were my only family but acted nothing like it.

If the way the Alpha’s eyes were blazing and his chest was heaving was any indication, only one thing was certain:

They were all royally f****d.